So? Consider it a gift.

!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!!1!1!1!1!1!1!

He will definitely find her the softest Espeon. Oh really? He might drop by soon.

I insist. I don’t care about money anymore anyway. Really, take the books.

“Trust me, Dean doesn’t know much do anything.” Small smile. His books weren’t that great, they were the truth and that’s how the truth is. But he’s glad some people still enjoy them.

It’s more than okay. The gift of literature is free for all.

Me neither- Carver Edlund, but that’s.. already on the books.

I have a full Supernatural box set- Uh.. special edition Harry Potter books. A very old brother’s Grimm book.

“Oh no it’s totally fine. I love meeting my fans!” Especially when it’s not little girls with .. fanfiction and Fanart.

That’s a real nice name. Mine just means ‘one who carves wood’ so i think you’re winning the name game here.

Like most soft toys he’s impulse bought. They live on the bed with his papers and notebooks. Huh... sounds better than his fort.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kelly. It’s not every day I run into my fans.”

All i have is this sweet face, it’s not much but it’s something. It’s b a d. I tried wood carving, not that easy.

Sticks leggy out.

W H E E Z I N G.

C a c k l e s- What leg? There’s no leg. Pulling his leg away.

Nothing there! Crawling out from his hiding spot. “.... you okay there?” Says the culprit, feigning his innocence.

LEGGY UP.