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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[hoperaider]

Okay!

[Setting a course for the harbor now, and he's going to take an experimental lick at his ice cream, too. He's decided that strawberry is a very good ice cream flavor.]

How's the ice cream? [He'd hate to have bought something that didn't taste good for his friend.]

[splinterself]

It's good, bro. You have excellent taste in your desserts. 5/5 hats.

[hoperaider]

Haha, you flatter me! Next time I'll see about making crème brûlée. With any luck, this place has a blow torch for that purpose.

[Ironically, it's one of few desserts he can make without having it turn out weird. He just sticks to the other meals and lets Jane do dessert.]

[splinterself]

[Oh. Oh god. Jake with a blow torch. That's like high octane nightmare fuel. He's just imagining the spazzy dork tripping, hitting his head, knocking himself out, and setting Murderdeath Island on fire.

...

All too plausible.]

No rush. There's still other flavors of ice cream we have to try.

[hoperaider]

[He hasn't done that! ...Yet. This is also the other reason Brobot is a good companion to have.]

True. It's astounding at how many flavors have been made other than the classic vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry!

[splinterself]

[Yet.]

Exactly. Ain't no need for you to set Mac Anu on fire.

[hoperaider]

What? Set it on fire?

[splinterself]

Don't worry about it.

[hoperaider]

If you say so.

[Well, here they are at the harbor. Jake finds them a place to sit with a nice view of the water, thankfully without sun in their faces.]

[splinterself]

[Chilling: is resumed.

He hadn't flopped down like previously where he was just one moment from sprawling out, but he's chill. It's still comfortable.]

You and a blow torch is just a scary thought. That's all.

[hoperaider]

[Well, he probably doesn't want chocolate ice cream dripping everywhere, too. Jake laughs.]

I'm quite good at using it, now! It just requires a steady hand and not using it for very long.

[splinterself]

And you not falling and hitting your head. [Eat.]

[hoperaider]

That only happened once and there was a tremor at the time! [He's ironically very neat about eating his ice cream.]

[splinterself]

...seriously? Considering how often shit tried to eat you I'd have thought it was a more common occurrence. [He's not.]

[hoperaider]

[He blushes a little.]

Okay, I did manage to trip into a web, but that was because I didn't think they were coming in that close to home! And maybe I accidentally crashed into a clearing where two of the big cats happened to be mating. Oh, wait, I can't forget the one time I managed to wake up the dragon and almost fried me like a steak. Or the time--

[Dirk, stop him before he lists all the things that has almost killed him in the past year.]

[splinterself]

[No, go on, he's sort of listening with a poker face in bemused silence.]

[hoperaider]

--I accidentally stepped on the sea-goat's fur and, once again, woke it from a nap. Thankfully he couldn't get at me the further I got inland. Ah, and then I tripped on one of the huge bipedal crabs' eggs. I don't think any of you heard from me all day since it decided to chase me all around the island until sunset. Oh! And the stampede of centaurs was definitely not my fault since Brobot thought it would be a grand idea to toss me smack in the middle of them while a few of the cats were hunting!

[No, stop him before it gets even worse!]

[splinterself]

[Fine. After a lick, before Jake can continue.]

Jake.

[hoperaider]

Yes?

[splinterself]

You're not going back to Murderdeath Island. I know we talked about me crashing at your place if the Batterwitch blew up my shitty future apartment, but shit. If my place is gone we'll go crash in Washington instead. If Washington's gone, we'll go float in Sburb. Point being, you are not going back to that hellhole alone.

[hoperaider]

[A-aw, Jake's touched.]

If Jane doesn't mind it, sure, I wouldn't object!

[And he's pretty sure Dirk's being serious.]

I think I've been doing alright for the past 15 years, though.

[splinterself]

Well, I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. [By which he means he'll just get a boat and anchor it next to Murderdeath Island instead if Jake prefers to not have a roommate.




...what?]

[hoperaider]

Of course I want to be closer to my friends than however many miles away I am from Jane and being four centuries behind you and Roxy.

[He nibbles at the waffle cone.]

Honestly, I think I'll have more adventures just by sticking with you three than not!

[splinterself]

Yeah, but I wasn't sure if you wanted a roommate. [More eating happens here too.]

[hoperaider]

Well, yes, having a roomy would be a nice change for me. The only problem would be where to put you so that you're not sleeping on the floor or outside.

[Jake thinks about it.]

I don't have a problem sharing the bed, but I figure you might want your own room...?