Bruce is half-way through scarfing the first apple when he manages to slow himself down. He doesn't know how long he'll be here, but he accepts her apple when she goes for the fish instead. It seemed like a fair trade, even if he'd already taken a couple bites out of the fish.
He watches her draw, his head tilted curiously as she creates the image of a fierce creature, something he would ascribe to fishermen's tales and legends.
"What's that?" Something made her decide to draw it.
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Date: 2014-02-17 12:00 am (UTC)From:He watches her draw, his head tilted curiously as she creates the image of a fierce creature, something he would ascribe to fishermen's tales and legends.
"What's that?" Something made her decide to draw it.