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The old question changed into a response to Ink as you spoke it aloud with pep. Ink's smile shifted into one of curiosity. It couldn't be annoyance he could bring himself to feel that.
"Oh, I saw the last one, but don't remember," Ink answered after listening. Truth or lie wasn't easy to tell. "What should I call you? It seems you won't be leaving soon." His eyes repeatedly glanced away to where he threw his sketch and a small chest. He took the chance to pet the top of your head with a hum. "You're really soft!"

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