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Dec. 5th, 2011 07:11 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
grandpakku.livejournal.com[ Pakku had been wandering for only a few short moments before he discovered the journal. His expression was stern, emphasizing his lack of amusement for whatever it was that was going on. A trick? Some mind game? How could it be so? ]
There had best be a good… Oh? [ His words trailed off as he watched his words inscribe themselves on the last bare page. Something similar to delight, though he wouldn’t call it that, traced his lips as he ran his fingers over it. ]
Well isn’t this interesting? The Avatar would love to see this. [ Though he wasn’t sure what made Aang come to mind so quick. Perhaps the fact that he just seen him but a few weeks ago. ] Intriguing.
[ And as quickly as it had humored him, he became uninterested with it, shutting the journal and tucking it under his arm before proceeding down the hall. ]
Something tells me we aren’t home anymore, book. Best to find a familiar face to tell us what’s going on.
There had best be a good… Oh? [ His words trailed off as he watched his words inscribe themselves on the last bare page. Something similar to delight, though he wouldn’t call it that, traced his lips as he ran his fingers over it. ]
Well isn’t this interesting? The Avatar would love to see this. [ Though he wasn’t sure what made Aang come to mind so quick. Perhaps the fact that he just seen him but a few weeks ago. ] Intriguing.
[ And as quickly as it had humored him, he became uninterested with it, shutting the journal and tucking it under his arm before proceeding down the hall. ]
Something tells me we aren’t home anymore, book. Best to find a familiar face to tell us what’s going on.
