06-08-2018, 01:08 AM
Okay so he.... may or may not have stolen Amunet’s knitting tools. She wouldn’t miss them, right? Right! It just felt right to the bear, holding a needle between his claws on one paw, and moving the yarn with the other. Zimavich had propped himself up against a wall in camp, abiding his own business while he made terrible doilies and things that were... more abstract then they were possessions. Just. Knitted.
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