
The girl had led him through the forest to a large, sharp shrubbery. It looked to be a bush, but as she pulled him further in through the tangle of thorns and harsh leaves, they came upon a decent-sized hole, hidden by more plants and weeds. Had she not fallen through it so long ago, she would have never even know it was here. The hole was a gradual decline into a small burrow, small enough that in a few years they'd have to sit, but, for now, Kenta would could, at least, half stand in the den.
Shay's backpack was a little thicker today than he might have seen it before, and when they were settled in the hideout, she took it off her back and placed it in front of her, rummaging in it until she pulled out a blank white box, coloring material, things for arts and crafts, and blank cards.
"Do you like it?"








Shay pursed her lips, intent on whatever she was drawing. She was only using the pencil, for now, moving slow and deliberate. Careful in every stroke. Her hand was light, trying not to push down hard enough that she couldn't erase anything she drew.
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