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]

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

[hoperaider]

No, I don't. [OH. SNAP. WHAT NOW?]

[splinterself]

Seriously? They'll bar the doors if they knew you were a memeic sleepwalking snuggler. Think about your future here, bro.

[hoperaider]

Well, I'm pretty sure I don't sleepwalk, but if I cling and you're the sleepwalker, then that might be...interesting.

[splinterself]

That's one word for it. But I thought you weren't going to let me anywhere near you while you slept?

[hoperaider]

[He shrugs.]

Did I? I don't seem to recall. But, for real, if you don't want me saying anything about it, I won't.

[splinterself]

It ain't no big deal. Tell people if you think it'll be funny...or if it's ironic.

[Oh right, he was going to make shades at some point.]

[hoperaider]

I doubt it would be ironic enough for your rather high standards, Dirk.

[Jake's curious enough to watch him make the cloth shades for Chris.]

[splinterself]

I've got faith in you. [And the master starts working. Behold as the shades take shape in 2-4 tags a few moments.]

[hoperaider]

Well, thank you! [Still watching with a small frown.] Sheesh, I don't think I have the patience for thread and needle like you do. It's admirable, really!

[splinterself]

And I don't think I have the patience to sit through some movies like you do, so we've all got our talents, English. [Carries on.]

[hoperaider]

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

[splinterself]

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

[hoperaider]

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

[splinterself]

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.]

[hoperaider]

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.]

[splinterself]

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?

[hoperaider]

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.

HEY LOOK, TAGS.

[splinterself]

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.]

omfg

[hoperaider]

[He takes Chris and cuddles the tinkerbull again.]

How was it?

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

[splinterself]

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.

Miracles DO happen!

[hoperaider]

What was so bad about it?

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

[splinterself]

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.

nuuuuuu!

[hoperaider]

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

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

[splinterself]

I once tried to make a hat.