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Moxie stifled a laugh as she watched Alexa attempt to open the backpack, then proceeded to hit the seat.
“You okay?” she asked under her breath, trying not to smile. Though when Alex posed the question, Moxie let herself.
She flicked up a pencil from her pocket— although seemingly from nowhere, and opened up the book to a blank page. Something she had few of. She’d had that sketchbook for over ten years.. and it was due time for a new one. But she wasn’t the kind of person to buy something new the second she needed it. She’d use something until she physically couldn’t. Until there were holes, tears, or worn out splotches— to Moxie, it’d still be good as new.
“Your choice,” Moxie mumbled, twirling the pencil in her fingers. “You could describe, if you wanna. I’m ready when you are.”