Lane De Finn
“I was just in the middle of drawing..”
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Lane grabbed his side bag off the back of his chair, shoving in his visual diary and pencil before turning off his bedroom light and peering out the window. He always used the window to go outside at night, the tree outside it close enough for him to get out safe. As the green haired boy hooked his bag over his shoulder, he opened the window, getting ready to jump the tiniest bit so he could get to the stable branch. Once he was down he began his way to the park. 'Always a nice place to draw'
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“..So what was it you needed?”
((Lol, I had planned to.))