Theme: School Stories.
Optional prompt: “I’ve had so many unhinged old women teach me how to oil paint.” by WizardandGalaxy.
This is a continuation to [Sept21] Tribble Month 25: Curses.
“What does even make those art supplies so special, aside from being taken from a crypt and some creeps cursing you over getting it?” one of the twins, Hif, asked.
“Are they magic?” the other twin, Umi, added.
“No, they’re normal art supplies. They just happened to belong to a well-known artist… or an artist the person we will deliver them to cared about,” Myrial explained.
“Huh. So anyone can just pick them up and use them?” Tymon asked.
“Yup,” Myrial told.
“Well, as long as it’s not for oil painting, I’m fine with them,” I muttered to my parrots.
“Why’s that?” Tymon asked.
I sighed. “Well, let’s just say that I’ve had so many unhinged old women teach me how to oil paint. And more insanity in the boarding school I went to,” I explained.
“Oomph, boarding schools are the worst,” Hif noted.
“Yup,” Umi seconded. “We’ve seen lots of nutcases there. Wanna swap school stories?”
I shrugged. “Sure, why not?”