Treasure
Void
Eamon glanced around him and spotted what looked like a pad behind Kal. There was a case on the bed, too. It still looked very familiar, like he'd seen it before. He looked down at the eraser and felt it. No ordinary eraser, either. It felt gummy. Hmmm....
Clicking his tongue, Eamon suddenly tossed the eraser at Kal so he could catch it. "Never mind. It doesn't really matter. But if you want to keep your so-called habit a secret, then you might want to close the door." Eamon stepped out and picked up his box before tossing over his shoulder, "Although that's the first time I've heard of art refered to as a bad habit!"
Clicking his tongue, Eamon suddenly tossed the eraser at Kal so he could catch it. "Never mind. It doesn't really matter. But if you want to keep your so-called habit a secret, then you might want to close the door." Eamon stepped out and picked up his box before tossing over his shoulder, "Although that's the first time I've heard of art refered to as a bad habit!"