Wha- I’m not an elf! I mean, I do make things, and I guess I’m short. But that doesn’t correlate at all! It’s just a coincidence.

Pouting, Ink huffed, and crossed his arms, looking away from you, and trying to act offended for attention. Although, this didn’t last long, as he quickly snapped out of it, and sat down on the ground, starting to doodle a picture of a reindeer on a piece of paper that came out of nowhere.

Even if I was. I’d soooo be better than you. I’d be the best elf ever.