[ Midnight just wiggles his eyebrows and grins, seeing if he'll take it, before giving into a laugh and turning a page to where his own handwriting spreads over the pages. He doesn't seem bothered by the judgment, slight as it is. ]
It's an experiment. See, this is a proper book —
[ He flips to the cover, displaying it in its blank glory. ]
— or at least it doesn't look like it's intended to be a logbook or journal, does it? I've been told that things tend to reset here, so I want to see if that extends to books that otherwise, well... miss the point.
[ He reopens it and flips back to a blank page. ]
As far as I'm concerned, a blank book is a journal. Or a sketchbook. Any manner of lovely things. I'd like to see if the City agrees.
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It's an experiment. See, this is a proper book —
[ He flips to the cover, displaying it in its blank glory. ]
— or at least it doesn't look like it's intended to be a logbook or journal, does it? I've been told that things tend to reset here, so I want to see if that extends to books that otherwise, well... miss the point.
[ He reopens it and flips back to a blank page. ]
As far as I'm concerned, a blank book is a journal. Or a sketchbook. Any manner of lovely things. I'd like to see if the City agrees.