Alright ladies and germs, time for bed. I’ll be on tomorow~
headcanon
shanta, upon learning her new last name, introduced herself as shanta banana
Bree gently corrected her.
When she’s older, this will feature heavily in embarrassing stories told to her prom date.
ofwarandscience replied to your post: you say shanta is nine, then why does she write like a five year oldWell fuck you too nonny.Right? Like come on, anon. C’mon.
Also because that is basically the extent of my writing skill with a wacom tablet
And the extent of my drawing skill
Nobody currs Shanta can be 22 and draw/write like a five year old if you want honeybadger don’t give a shiiit.
Another kid. Elliot frowns at her.
“You need somethin’?”
She eyed him. He looked at her like the boys at school did. She narrowed her eyes and cocked her hip out. Sass, her mother had called it. “No. Do you?”
Well fuck you too nonny.
Right? Like come on, anon. C’mon.
Also because that is basically the extent of my writing skill with a wacom tablet
And the extent of my drawing skill
-grins- I would love to. -crouches down to her leve-Grinning, she tapped on the screen a few times, navigating to the sketch book and picking ‘me and isack’ from the saved images.
He laughed and gave her a one-armed hug. ”I love it, Shanta. Can you print this out for me?”
“Yes. In colors.” She grinned and hugged him tightly, then tapped at the tablet again and hopped up, grabbing his hand. “Gotta be careful. The big printer is on Mr. Tony’s floor. You have to push the button, I can’t reach.”
-grins- I would love to. -crouches down to her leve-
Grinning, she tapped on the screen a few times, navigating to the sketch book and picking ‘me and isack’ from the saved images.
((BRB, my tablet is fucking up))
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((Um, because she’s only just learning how to write in English? Go phuck yerself.))