@falconcrystal

“What? Lemme see that,” replied Bedlam. Falcon had barely looked back down at the Toon before Bedlam took it from Falcon’s grasp, squeezing their sides a bit. “Huh. You’re right. It is squishy. That’s weird. What kind of man-made phlebotinum you think they made this with?”

Falcon decided to stay silent, watching as his friend took it out of his grasp. He thought he had barely heard a snicker, but he didn’t comment on it. After all, it couldn’t have been the decoration laughing…right?

Okay, he was being handed off, maybe this one would–

WHY?

This creature was almost as ticklish as the other. The Repairman had no idea how long he would last. Experience told him he would only crack at the worst time. Clearly, the worst has yet to come. He hoped he could leave before then.

C’mon, the Repairman thought, desperately trying to will his way out of this, I’m just a different prop, nothing to see here put me down put me down put me…

“…phlebotinium…”

Twitch.