[ Who in their right mind ASKS why Rohan is doing anything with a book and a pen? What's wrong with him?
His fingers stop flipping the pages, pausing his claw on one like a record scratch. ]
I feel like drawing. [ He deadpans as if Eddie should KNOW that answer already. He can pull these things out of thin air. Be ready. ] Carry on...
[ Rohan's eyes pay less attention to the pooka and more to his paper as he starts to scribble on it to the little story he's being given. It sounds damn near out of something he would write. ]
That sounds pretty badass. [ He chuckles, lifting his eyes briefly from the paper. ] How did you guys and that Roland fellow get around to fulfilling that quest? If you did, that is... [ Contemplative, he taps the pen at his bottom lip. ]
no subject
His fingers stop flipping the pages, pausing his claw on one like a record scratch. ]
I feel like drawing. [ He deadpans as if Eddie should KNOW that answer already. He can pull these things out of thin air. Be ready. ] Carry on...
[ Rohan's eyes pay less attention to the pooka and more to his paper as he starts to scribble on it to the little story he's being given. It sounds damn near out of something he would write. ]
That sounds pretty badass. [ He chuckles, lifting his eyes briefly from the paper. ] How did you guys and that Roland fellow get around to fulfilling that quest? If you did, that is... [ Contemplative, he taps the pen at his bottom lip. ]
I write stories like that.