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.]

Comments

[splinterself]

Seriously, dude, if I'm just unjumpable you just have to say it. You don't have to dance around the issue. I can take it. We're friends, right?

[hoperaider]

I'm just saying that if I don't get a decent amount of sleep, you won't find me a pleasant person to be around.

[splinterself]

I'll keep that in mind, English. [Alright. One of these days, a smuppet to the face. Got it.]

[hoperaider]

Little do you know how much of a real jerk I can be in the morning. It's why I'm so terribly glad you three never contact me when it's morning my time.

[splinterself]

Yeah? How bad are you?

[hoperaider]

Nasty. I make sure that I shoot my alarm clock every morning.

ICON UNRELATED.

[splinterself]

I'll keep that in mind as well. [Sayonara Tinkerbull plush, sayonara.]

[hoperaider]

Oh, I'm sure you will. [Holy shit that is sarcasm in Jake's voice.]

[splinterself]

[So it is.] Glad to see you've got some faith in me.

[hoperaider]

[Hope he's proud.] Of course I do, except when you feel the need to poke a sleeping bear with a dratted stick.

[splinterself]

[He is!] A stick? Try a slingshotted smuppet at fifty yards, even though...you could still hit me with your bayonet, couldn't you?

[hoperaider]

Quite! It'd be rather easy to take aim at a certain part of your anatomy from my position!

[splinterself]

Vicious. That's the ruthless killer instincts of a jungle survivor in action?

[hoperaider]

Um, no, that would be how I am when I first wake up. [And doesn't have about four cups of tea.]

[splinterself]

For the record, you're still not gonna get out of having roommates after we get back. We'll just get you your own bedroom.

[hoperaider]

Well, how heavy of a sleeper are you? I can always get up earlier than you.

[splinterself]

I don't know. I didn't really sleep until recently. I probably won't sleep when we get back.

[hoperaider]

Guess we'll find that one out while we're here.

[splinterself]

Guess so. Promise me you'll warn me if I do anything stupid in my sleep.

[hoperaider]

[He thinks about this.]

What's in it for me?

[splinterself]

[. . .]

What do you mean 'what's in it for me'?

[hoperaider]

Well, what do I get for doing you the service of telling you about the "stupid" things you may or may not do in your sleep? Perhaps I would traipse on over to someone else and have them spread it around instead.

[Not that he would, but.]

[splinterself]

Me not telling them about what you might've done.

[hoperaider]

But I already know what I do, so it makes no difference to me if you spill the beans.

[splinterself]

And...you don't mind everybody else hearing rumors which may or may not contain a hint of slander about your bedtime snuggling habits?