<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/f2/93/88f2930b7b7ff1aecb761504262a14ab.jpg)<strong></strong></div>Wren Applehill, Halfling student (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2335959)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform, open blouse, sans shoes and hat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm 117<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Seven, Morgan. orc girl; all<br/><hr/>A pair of sewing needles were put into her palm by a green hand.<strong>"What am I... Oh, right, thanks!"</strong>She smiled up at the orc's... breasts? Wren tilted her head a little further back to see the  face, and winked.<strong>"Happy to see you too,"</strong>she teased. She then turned to Morgan and was reaching for the squishy girl, before a thought came to her.<strong>"You know... I read a book about..."</strong><br/><br/>Turning to the door, she would crouch a little and slip the needles into the keyhole, fishing around for the tumbler mechanism...<strong>"Oops!"</strong>One of the needles slipped from her grasp, falling through the keyhole, and tipping out the other side onto the floor beyond the door. As she fumbled, the other one pierced into her thumb, making her yelp.<strong>"...Nobody saw any of that, okay?"</strong>She sucked her thumbtip, then casually reached over, using the remaining needle to pin the back of Morgan's shirt to the waist line of her trousers.<strong> "There, that might help..."</strong>