Thread:Cuteanimal17177/@comment-27147599-20180507001928/@comment-27824390-20180509022055

The little, magical brook, stopped as soon as her hand was clean. She wrapped her hand up and let out a heavy sigh, pacing the room once more. She needed something to do... Anything really... She wanted to go for a flight-but knowing Phillip... That might not happen... She let out a pen annoyed groan then punched the wall with her already injured hand, again, in the same spot then yelped and shook out her freshly bleeding hand and glared daggers at the wall, muttering to herself crossly. "Stuck inside, most likely won't be able to fly even if I managed to ask him with pout having him snap at me. My knuckles hurt like hell now-UGH this is just a great day..."

He faintly blushed and cleared his throat, "could do both"