Tails: instant gratification ahoy.

[splinterself]

[Dirk had decided to be productive. Ish. (Productiveish? That ain't even something tha-...and that led to a chain of thought he decided to not climb down for the time being. His responder had better not be letting him down, though.)

In a way he had gotten the idea from Faris. If the pirate use could magic from crystals (he wasn't sure he wanted to know) and the game they were in had no problems, then there was no reason why he couldn't use puppetkind or fncysntakind. It wasn't like he had forgotten how to use either of them. No reason at all.

Well, except for not having any puppets or fancy Santas to weaponize.

He had obtained the materials through a long and arduous process which - frankly speaking - didn't really matter. It was pretty boring, as was him finding a quieter part of Mac Anu and starting work, so we'll skip to the interesting part: Dirk had gotten a little bit sidetracked and was putting the finishing touch on a plush which was disconcertedly well done considering what he had to work with. (It was pretty sad, seriously. It felt like he was trying to build a robot and only had a chisel and a rock to work with.) In his defense, the idea was fucking amusing and he was going to roll with it for now, and as he turned it over in his hands to make sure he didn't miss a spot he had to admit...it ain't his best work, but it ain't the worst he's done either.

Enter someone else. You? Why not. If he knows you, assume that if he sees you he'll give you a nod of recognition, a sort of silent broed sup. If he's related to you or you're somebody from back home, he'd give you a hey, a greeting with your name. There may be a slight amused smirk accompanying the above. Your call.]

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[splinterself]

[...huh. Cool.] Yeah. I thought I'd surprise my bro with it later. [Well, 'bro', it's complicated: they're related through some genetic...it's just complicated.]

[reified]

[ ... turning the doll around to look at the other side--

... yep, still just as hideous. why is it that humans insist on making things like these??? ] Just what would that accomplish?

[splinterself]

[He wasn't sure. A gift? Shits and giggles? Seeing if Dave is actually his brother and not just some paradox imitation of the man he grew up idolizing, the most heroic figure in all of history? It was a loaded question, one which Dirk couldn't exactly answer.]

I thought I'd see what he thought of my design. Not a fan? [Half-truth, a lot of lies.]

[reified]

[ he's actually skimming surface thoughts right now, as he usually does-- though what makes this particular case baffling, he thinks, is that he can understand neither the situation nor the sentiments. which, in turn, makes him scowl a little. ]

I can't say that I am. The design is ugly, the material coarse, and the colours clashing to the eye. It's not the least bit appealing! [ did you ask for the world's prissiest critic... /)_(\ ]

[splinterself]

[And while he doesn't react, there's a bit of him which is...wait for it...

A tiny bit of him which is just pleased. If he's going to be literally throwing a smuppet at Dave's face at some point, it needs to be ugly, coarse, and clashing. Ironic reasons, of course.]

So, then, you're a puppet connoisseur?

[reified]

[ ... oh dirk askfdjalfjkl. and of course, this would throw apollo in a loop, because the last thing he'd expect is for a person to be pleased. ]

I merely appreciate art. [ scowling! ] And just why are you pleased?

[splinterself]

'cause I met an art critic, someone who really understands the art behind making a smuppet. [...how. How did he tell? Dirk prided himself on having an impregnable poker face (unless chilling with his friends or people who know him well) and now feels a little...pregnable.]