Sent out several more gifts.
If you didn’t get one, I’m still deciding what to give you.
// not sure what to draw for half of you guys but i’ll figure it out
@URLOCALBUILDER Of course. I see no problems with it.
You look .. good in it, either way, plus, why go through the hassle of returning it and everything?
Can't ever catch a break with these admins in HQ, yeesh. It's always kill or be killed out here ('couldn't care less about backing that up, I know I'm right.)
Dont know what's going on with them, or whatever. There's so much stuff going on, but not enough for me to care about.
@TR4CKST4RR3D - Shedletsky recovers the fallen object, discreetly pocketing it for himself. He whistles and almost casually kicks the lifeless robot.
Not lookin’ your best today, huh? Whatever snagged you must’ve been too much!
- He carelessly prods her with his foot, attempting to wake her.
1; Hey, 1x! Your drawing's stuck in the void right now. I'll get it soon enough, though. I'm never mad, kid. Flowers do sound nice..
2; We won't take being called-- eh.. okay, fine. I have been craving chicken for a while, actually. I want the crispy ones.
// lovely drawing !
@URLOCALBUILDER I feel generous today. You're forgiven.
- Shedletsky adjusted his scarf. He dug his fingers into the frayed hem of it, fidgeting with the fabric.
It's still raining? SFOTH, it'd have been cleared by now.
@URLOCALBUILDER - He clenches his hand but says nothing, satisfied with Builderman's compliance.
You're awful at signaling otherwise. Givin' me mixed signals all over the place.
Don't let anyone give you the same confusion you gave me, okay? You don't deserve it. You'd /never/ deserve that.
@URLOCALBUILDER Then look at me. C'mon.
- He moves his hand and begins to twist strands of Builderman's hair into loose coils, curling them round his fingers. He holds a tight grasp around the ends, tugging on it lightly.
Did I do something?
- The umbrella shifts over the two now.
@URLOCALBUILDER - Shedletsky tilted his head. He glimpsed the faint red blooming across Builderman's face. He eased his rough tone into something feigning concern.
Are you alright, Buildsy?
- He inwardly cringes. He considers grabbing the other's chin as a bold attempt to regain his attention.
@URLOCALBUILDER - Shedletsky abruptly reached out and laid his palm top of Builderman's own. He brushed his thumb against the back of the other's hand once.
Of course. What kind of a friend would I be if I didn't offer you even the simplest of solace-- such as basic conversation?
@URLOCALBUILDER Mmm... oh, it's a lot deeper than that. I'm not laughing at /you!/ (liar) What're you blaming me for!?
The idea of clouds having sympathy is what's amusing.