“Shall we meet up by the pawn shop?” I asked Moth, my brows twitching when he got a panicked look on his face. “Uh…” He looked around the room like he couldn’t see the big, bright pink letters flickering directly opposite him. “…There?” I said slowly, pointing at it. He stared at it, then nodded tightly
I wonder if moth is illiterate?? Oh my god i just want to give him a big hug
