The Nosy Notebook stretched in all directions like a child's messy imagination laid flat on construction paper. Its paper terrain was lined with jagged pencil scribbles, eraser smudges, and curious balloon doodles that occasionally detached and floated upward, dragging a doodle trail with them. Paper clips hung like vines, and googly eyes glued onto notebook lines watched from the margins. It was chaotic, crafty, and... silent tonight.
Snip flopped back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, limbs splayed, boots still faintly glitter-dusted from the glue puzzle. Clip followed, plopping down beside her with a small creak of paper fibers folding into comfort.
Clip: “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Snip: “If what you’re thinking involves precision cuts, tender creases, and being folded into very suggestive origami…”
Clip: “Then yes. Exactly that.”
Snip: "I'm in."