Snippet #2041645

Lacross nuzzled Molly as she started babbling nonsense. Even in nonsence, he was patient with the right people. As a matter of fact, one could say that how lacross was during the day was nonsense. He tilted his head to the side and popped up on the other side of the table and pulled the picture over to get a closer look. Two stick figures with no mouths in some kind of room. He smiled, easily decifering the message she was trying to get across.

He took another piece of paper and started to doodle a bit on it too. He drew a chibi version of himself in what seemed to be in a forest of some kind picking leaves on one side of the paper. To the right of that picture had him watching over a boiling kettle while tearing the leaves up. A small comic of his life at home was scrawled out on this paper. From hunting deer and squirrel to wrapping a bandage around hand while sitting on the porch of a tree house. He also eyed the door every now and again, checking if the nurse was coming back or not.