[Sometimes princesses are sweaty, okay? Girls poop and princesses sweat. And are dorks. After a few more moments digging, he pulls out some blank paper and a pack of markers with a loud a-ha!]
Yeah, so?
[He's not familiar with the concept of asking before he takes things, unfortunately. Sitting on the floor, back to Ferran's bed, he uncaps one of the markers with his teeth.]
Guhwuh yu— [Wait, crap. He spits the cap into his lap.] Gimme like five, okay? [Time for . . . Art.]
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Yeah, so?
[He's not familiar with the concept of asking before he takes things, unfortunately. Sitting on the floor, back to Ferran's bed, he uncaps one of the markers with his teeth.]
Guhwuh yu— [Wait, crap. He spits the cap into his lap.] Gimme like five, okay? [Time for . . . Art.]