I found a little child under my workbench today. (what kind of kid takes tuning fork for a suitable toy, though? Curious.)
After a brief questioning, I managed to find out his father is Overseer and is stationed here.
I returned the child to the owner with as much dignity as I could muster with a giggling little creature wrapped around my neck.
Face stil hurts. Can hardly work like that.
I found a child on the roof. How the hell did he climbed there, since the ladder is broken?
Apothecary gave me some new painkillers. Can work in peace now.
*almost illegible writting* there was a neatly folded child in my desk drawer i need to stop taking these pills
The long awaited (sorry sorry sorry i was buried under the comic for IPN) request for lovely saint-ripu who wanted her young Atlas and Laurent interacting
help me i can’t draw kids to save my life
I TRIED THO
also Laurent’s banana coat-clasps making triumphant return
It’s so cute I can’t even deal. Atlas is utterly adorable.
But Laurent, you’re in trouble. His father is a kennel master. Returning him might be difficult. *v*