Crispin
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Crispin, carving random clay sculptures in the restroom, had gotten multiple and persistent texts from Deckard.
“Ugh… what do they want now…” He grumbled but sighed wearily, opening the texts to find Deckard informing him about Bee’s bike having by lost and Brocken in the middle of the forest and asking him to retrieve and fix it for her.
“Bee? Again?…” He sighed, setting his phone in his pocket and begrudging got up and headed to Bee’s house.