Yesh, cookies. Because I had nothing else to write. (:
Azasael sat on her bed, puffing out her cheeks. She stuck her hand under her mattress, fishing around under it. Her behind face the door, so that anyone who opened it would be greeted by a red pajama covered behind. Raan lay on the foot of her bed, dozing. "Where is it?" she muttered, pulling out an old rucksack. "Ah, maybe it's inside this bag." There was a clanking sound and Raan's head snapped up, ears pricked in the direction of the sound.
The window just happened to be open at the time.
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