"Sounds like my father. He's always busy with paper work or something. My little cousins use up ink because they practice handwriting and drawing with it." He didn't use up a lot of ink. His form of writing tended to be direct and to the point. Letting his ears flick a little more, he grunted as he reached into another desk.
"Check those desks over there," he jerked his head to the other side of the class room.
She might as well help, right? He wasn't about to do this by himself. As he worked from desk to desk, he just frowned at every one that came up empty. "Not having too much luck."
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