Not offended in the least by Delta's wariness, James rolled onto his stomach, chin in his hands and his toes tracing circles in the air. "Maybe it was used as leash for a very rare and small butterfly. There are gold ones y'know. They leave trails of gold dust in their wake." Lying came as second nature as breathing, to the thief. "S'probably why they had it on a chain. You know, to keep the little bugger from flyin' off." James nodded knowingly, his expression one of utmost confidence.
"Alright, so a leash then. What else? Bag looks far from empty."
"Alright, so a leash then. What else? Bag looks far from empty."
{steps on my own emotions and grinds
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
