Art Book 2018

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Hunterphantomhive46

New book name:

"How many times can we tag her before it really is annoying af"

Also guess who gave up on drawin again

Heres the construction lines

I wrote it instead

After a long while of watching movies, Five and Primrose had fallen asleep on the couch. However, it didn't take long before Primrose's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at her partner.

"Zabel?" She said quietly, nudging Five ever so slightly to see if he would be easily woken. Receiving next to no reaction from the male next to her, Primrose stood and left the living room. Something about Five's home had caught her attention a long time ago, yet she never investigated it or even questioned it. Still, that didn't mean she was any less curious about it: a trap door, out of place, and located at the end of a hallway.  She knelt by it, lifting the trap door. It was mostly dark, white at the end, and contained a ladder. Grasping onto the ladder, she made her way down what was beneath the trap door.

The ladder was still as she climbed down, not completely touching the floor, leading her to have to jump the rest of the distance. Fortunately it wasn't too far and Primrose had landed safely. The bleached whiteness of the room was clearly that of a lab, the room she had landed in being a surgical room. Heading towards the door, she pushed it open to be greeted with a short corridor. Naturally she walked to the larger room the corridor led to, but stood still, shocked, at what was the end of it. There was a boy, just a teenager, sitting in a glass containment cell. What had shocked Primrose so much was the deformities all over the boy, causing him to be an abominable mix of fox and human.

Concerned, she approached the cell and placed a hand onto the glass. The boy hadn't even flinched at her presence and barely looked in her direction.

"You should go," was the only sign Primrose had of the boy being alive, other than the small movements of his chest moving up and down. It was only seconds after that Primrose had pieced exactly what was going on by the next thing she heard.

"Primrose?" the voice of Five called, the male soon showing himself in the door way. He looked between the distressed Primrose and boy in the cell, going to the end of the corridor and leaning against the wall. "Primrose, what are you doing in here?" That wasn't the reaction Primrose wanted, Five being completely unfazed by the scene that was before him.

"What is this!?" were the words that came from Primrose in return, causing an argument between the two to occur. Neither seemed to back down and the argument felt drawn out, endless, until Primrose finally tagged on the following: "You have to make a choice! Me or him?"

The question caused silence in the room, Five pausing and staring at the brunette woman in front of him. His demeanour had fallen, showing a mix of anger and distress, an odd combination from the normally calm and impenetrable man. Confused, the boy in the cell had decided to tune into the argument and looked through the glass of his containment. Not even he had seen Five show anything other than content calmness.

"Primrose, you honestly can't expect me to give up on my life's work. I've been working on it since I was sixteen, I-"

"Zabel, me or him?" Primrose repeated, silence once echoing throughout the room again. That time Five hadn't answered Primrose, instead moving closer to the containment cell and pointing to the exit as he did so. He stood by the door of the cell, not making eye contact and waiting for the female to leave. "...Goodbye, Five." She left the room, leaving the way she had entered.

"...Finnian, we have some tests to do." Five muttered once Primrose had exited.