[afhkjfkg--ASCH, YOU JERK. Miyabi tightens her grip on her journal, half shouting into it that she's neither short nor old, before remembering that the audio's not on. Hnnngh...
She grabs her brush, and hastily draws a quick scribble of Asch tied to what looks like a large, round bomb. It's blotchy and the lines are messy and uneven, but the message under it is written with care--]
[Written]
She grabs her brush, and hastily draws a quick scribble of Asch tied to what looks like a large, round bomb. It's blotchy and the lines are messy and uneven, but the message under it is written with care--]
Come home soon. ♥