XLIX.III Wavelength
I can't believe I'm doing this...

Looking around for something for me to write or draw on, I found nothing except the scraps and... wait.. Yeah, this could work.

Walking towards a decent sheet of wood lying around at the edge of the workshop, I hefted it onto the table as I grabbed a piece of burnt wood to use as a writing utensil. Now that I thought about it, we should really put a permanent chalkboard here for better organization and design drawing.

"You're gonna draw something?" Livia asked as I gave my improvised chalk a few test runs on the board.

I thanked the seven hells that I wasn't facing her at the moment as I failed to fight off the grimace that formed on my face. If I was working with real chalk, I might've scratched the board with it with how bad I was currently feeling. Did I really have to do this? Shoul
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Friendly reminder that Crimson will not entertain any sort of relationship with her sister if that's what you're worried about.

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