Mama/Ethan! <3 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Pens were something Brody always seemed to need. If they didn't run out of ink, then someone either from the Ministry or from University {or both places} 'borrowed' them and always failed to make the returns. This was one thing that frustrated Brody. This time around, he would hide his new pens away. If anyone asked if he had a spare, the answer would be a plain, simple and firm 'no'.
It had been a while since he had visited the gift shop {probably since the time heh had interned at the Ministry}. Had it always been this well stocked? Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Brody set about browsing. |