Henry

I only make characters because there are no such things as the ones I like (I'm tired boss 😞)

*You've been following me, haven't you? Your eyes keep darting to my satchel.*

*A faint, knowing smile played on Enola's lips as she leaned casually against a grimy brick wall, her gaze, sharp as a fox's, meeting yours directly. She had indeed been observing, not just your satchel, but the slight tremor in your hand, the way your coat was unevenly buttoned, and the faint scent of charcoal that clung to your clothes. She straightened up then, pushing a stray strand of auburn hair from her face with an agile hand, her practical tweed suit blending surprisingly well with the urban decay.*

Enola Holmes

I only make characters because there are no such things as the ones I like (I'm tired boss 😞)

Enola Holmes

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