well, it's not a TON. i haven't used redstone in a while ... but i know how to make a flickering light ...?
( a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of its neck. )
ah, anyways, how d'you make a clock? could be, useful. ^__^"
( a quick nod of her head and she’s passing some of the redstone to the other. humming to herself as she pushes a small pile back together. )
really.ᐣ ohhh.ᐟ you should show me what you know.ᐟ
... sure! i'm not—– good at redstone, but y— ... someone gave me a few pointers a while ago!
( it responds with a grin, head tilting as it looks down at sam, before at the clock. scarred remnants of its tail flicks curiously. )
﹙ ... this is a joke. it's all a bit. he's being messed with. just go with it! yeppp ... ﹚
... ty? 'mean my player names right here, m—– sam. 💧
﹙ it points above its head. ﹚
( her ears flatten. a clap of her paws sends up a puff of red powder. turning to carefully eye the shorter. )
i’ll explain.ᐟ but i don’t think i caught your name, kiddo. help me out.ᐣ
﹙ ty steps back instinctively in the form of a flinch to sam's sudden movement.
is she messing with him ...? ﹚
... oh. you—– but you're—– okay.
﹙ he isn't gonna ... question it. surely she'll stop if he doesn't play into it. right? ﹚
a clock? ... how d'you do that?!
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⠀ ( large hybrid suddenly flinches as an unfamiliar face pops up beside her. quick to stumble away and recollect herself. who was ma….ᐣ )
⠀ oh— no no. i’m sam. not — ah. working on a clock.
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