Jun 08, 2008 08:03
Igor was sketching an elaborate and complicated schematic on a very large piece of white paper, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.
It was quite a sight.
Scraps was chewing on a rubber ball in the corner of the waiting room, tails thumping on the floor as he watched Igor. Yes, tails. Igor had given him a new one this week. Best not ask where he got it.
adah price,
igor