[ He frowns for a moment. The trinkets he has on him are all pretty important to him. Oh, oh but that's an idea.
He rifles through his pockets and pulls out a rumpled piece of paper and a pen. He smooths the paper out and starts to draw, forked tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.
After a moment, he holds the door up, beaming proudly, his tail waving excitedly behind him.
It's a picture of a horse with a big shadowy hat covering most of the head (though there are little holes for horse ears) to peek through. On the horse's flank is a picture of a little bottle. Blitzø's drawn an arrow pointing to the horse's and written NOT booz followed by a little doodle of his own face crying a single tear. ]
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He rifles through his pockets and pulls out a rumpled piece of paper and a pen. He smooths the paper out and starts to draw, forked tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.
After a moment, he holds the door up, beaming proudly, his tail waving excitedly behind him.
It's a picture of a horse with a big shadowy hat covering most of the head (though there are little holes for horse ears) to peek through. On the horse's flank is a picture of a little bottle. Blitzø's drawn an arrow pointing to the horse's and written NOT booz followed by a little doodle of his own face crying a single tear. ]