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Just two strangers
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ooc: You can make the last post
Edgar saw her handle the notepad very gently, her pale eyes focusing on the page full of the words from their conversation. She seemed to be thinking of her reply for quite some time, her eyes zoning out a bit. I'm afraid that I don't share the same artistic abilities with my brother. The male read the question, nodding gently after doing so. Mayflower then added something else to what she had written. I don't believe I have that many art skills at the moment, haven't took the time to figure out what I'm good at. An idea then came to his mind; he could teach her to cook or draw and paint like he did, that way she would have something that she could be proud of. An eager grin came to his soft face as he wrote on the page of the notepad: I live in a pack in the southern part of Nova Scotia called Cercatori D'Arte, you and your brother can both find me there if you'd like to meet me again. I'd be happy to teach you to paint or cook, but it's just that I'd need to do that back over there since most of my paints and cooking supplies are over there right now. I have to go now, but please go there and I will welcome you and your brother into my home. The male stood up, grabbing his satchel and waved to her as he started to walk off.
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