holyrelic | Tails: instant gratification ahoy.

[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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Even though you have nothing better to do, either? How did you learn, by the by?

Like pretty much everything else in my life, I taught myself. It's not hard. [...looks finished. Will be gesturing for Chris.]

You didn't have any guides? [He hands over Chris.]

I raised myself, remember? [Possibly through sending a robot back in time or something, who knows, but pretty much just raised himself.] I had some movies that gave me the idea and I torrented some instructional videos. [Broshrug. It looks...

It looks a little big. Hm.]

What else can you do with it? I don't think you would have just limited yourself to making stuffed animals and puppets. [He just let's the master do his work.]

Clothes. [Said absently. Then amended to an equally absent,] Hats. Bro provided me with some but I added to the pile. [The less said about his earlier efforts, the better.

And there. Fits reasonably well. Now the question: to sew the shades onto Chris so they stay on or to hold out and hope they can find some kind of fastener?] Hey Jake. How important are removing these to you?

Have you tried embroidery?

[It doesn't take long for Jake to make a decision about that.]

I'd rather I didn't lose the shades on the little fella, and that's all too likely in this sort of environment.

Got it. [And he's going to surgically graft them onto Chris' head, and by 'surgically graft' I mean stitch them on. That done, he's actually going to think about the last question.] A couple of times. I had a lot of time on my hands.

[Hands Chris over, gets ready to re-flop.]

[He takes Chris and cuddles the tinkerbull again.]

How was it?

Terrible. [And he eyes the tinkerbull a little before...flopping is accomplished. Today is a floppy day.] It was absolute shit and I had Squarewave throw it all into the ocean.

What was so bad about it?

The colors were wrong, the design awful, and Rox's cat ended up looked more like a frog. I figured it was best that I purge it before anybody else saw it.

Oh, my. That makes sense, I suppose. Dare I ask about any crocheting or knitting experiments?

I once tried to make a hat.

How did that go?

How do you think?

It joined the as-yet undiscovered marine animals?

...maybe.

Should I take that as a yes?

Nothing stopping you.

What other fate would have befallen them, other than your keeping them safe and sound much like Fort Knox?

[He wants to protest the entire 'safe and sound much like Fort Knox' descriptor. He really does.]

Maybe I sent them to the Batterwitch in a futile act of defiance.

[As far as Jake's concerned, it's about as close to it without being on an island full of dangerous critters.]

Riiiight.

Nothing says fuck you like a shitty beanie.

I'll keep that in mind! Hopefully I won't do anything that warrants for you to send me a poorly made hat.

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HEY LOOK, TAGS.

omfg

I know. You don't have to go to Trollplay, bro.

Miracles DO happen!

I know. It's like I got hit by inspiration an- /drops everything

nuuuuuu!

Nuuu. Ryuu. Come on. I need to hear more anguish here.

Why should I? :T You've done nothing to deserve my delicious anguish.

But it's so delicious.

That's not a good enough reason.

Then I'd like to propose a trade.

What sort of trade?

I'll fawn over you and act dere without the tsun if you act anguished.

ok deal. NO DON'T STOP TAGGING MEEEEEE ;;

I would never ever stop tagging you! /snuggle :3

But you said... ;n; /snugs

...you were supposed to anguish more.

I can only anguish for a short period of time, I'm sorry. :T