[He stops at those sketches, feeling a sharp pang of nostalgia coursing through him as he reaches out to touch them gently, fingertips gliding across the paper. He hadn't forgotten either, and his grin falters every so slightly-- he may have tracked down Heather, but there were certain non-human friends he knew he'd never see again]
... only kinda. [He adds with a snort, withdrawing and turning back toward her] I miss everything surrounding the camping more.
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... only kinda. [He adds with a snort, withdrawing and turning back toward her] I miss everything surrounding the camping more.