Tag: kitterahsdollhouse

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“Uhh… okay,” He shrugged, unsure of what to say to that. He took another bite of his food and watched the Repairman take out a mirror, “Where-?” He left the question hanging and watched the odd display before him. Ace watched the Repairman try to keep his eyes from showing, expression changing from confused to VERY confused. “How-” This time he was interrupted by the Repairman’s question. 

“The only one?” He echoed. “Hmmmm…” Ace took a few seconds to think about it before nodding. “Yeah. leever’s eyes glow, but they need a light source. Their eyes glow like a cats.” Ace explained the best he could.

“All right,” he replied. “I guess I’ll be fine then. If the only glowing eyes around here belong to…um…leevers… then I shouldn’t have to worry.”

He looked at the mirror, then back to Ace.

“Oh, this?” he asked, pointing towards the mirror. “Hammerspace.”

He gave a mouthless grin.

“Best perk of being a Toon! Can carry as much of anything as is convenient!”

He set the mirror next to him, being careful not to break it. Whether or not Toons got bad luck from that, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to smash a decent mirror on his toolbox.

Again, @kitterahsdollhouse, these things aren’t as useful as you’d think.

[[Replies to: http://askthefwrp.tumblr.com/post/152706465391/i-couldnt-help-but-notice-the-neat-looking-hypno.

And I know I said I’d try to hold off on the obvious joke, but I think I understand now why that’s the joke people go for. Sorry bout that.]]

Finally, I’m glad to say no, I don’t boil when I’m mad. I think I would if I had ears for steam to come out of.

[[ @kitterahsdollhouse ]]

[[Also, I don’t think I should have to say this, but just in case: I do NOT condone the use of a boiler for personal hygiene. The Repairman would not like it so much if he was (a) not a Toon and (b) not liquid. I do not recommend going inside an active boiler, furnace, whatever for any reason. At least wait till it’s off and cool before you go in for maintenance or something. Okay, end of PSA.]]

Open Starter!

“Can’t you just squint or close them? Problem solved.” Ace grinned, taking some of the meat away from the fire. He wrapped it in some bread with lettuce and beans and took a bite.
“I’d offer you some, but I wasn’t planning on company…” He apologized to the repairman, silently wondering if he even ate.

“Eh, that’s all right,” he shrugged. “I don’t really eat much anyhow.”

He considered the suggestion for a moment. It did make sense…

To make sure, he pulled a mirror from his hammerspace and began to look at himself. He tried squinting, winking, blinking incredibly fast, rolling his eyes… Nothing seemed to work. His eyes were still visible, even if they were just outlines.

“Wait a minute,” he realized. “Am I the only one who’s eyes are easy to see in the dark?”

If he was, then maybe no one would want to bother him…

Open Starter!

“I’d ask why bother lugging it, but I’m assuming you need it for your job?” Ace asked, pointing to the toolbox with a stick. Some sand had already fallen into the groove, though since it wasn’t too windy, it wasn’t changed much.

Ace shrugged, “In this area, common enough that I’d say to sleep lightly… but rare enough that you CAN sleep. I wouldn’t worry too much considering… well… how well you blend into the night.” Ace gave an uneasy laugh, hoping he wouldn’t offend the repairman.

“Yup,” the Repairman replied, idly brushing some sand off the toolbox. “Woulda brought my other one, too, but this was heavy enough.”

He nodded, considering his plan to get across unscathed. He hoped he put his cart in a safe place.

He gave a short, quiet laugh as Ace did.

“Yeah,” he replied, “I guess ink is good for that.”

Then he realized something. He turned to Ace, and pointed to his eyes.

“What about these, though? My eyes are often still visible…”

*gags, she’s actually about to throw up* that’s not even funny. that’s disgusting. it’s still a waste, but this time I mean the whole product. I think imma be sick, I gotta go… (kitterah [TK: consider it wrapped up, honestly the thought makes me nauseous, so seeing it might actually make her sick])

“Yeah it is.”

He tried to give an empty plastic bag to the anon, but by the time he found one she was already leaving.

He made a mental note to apologize later. Maybe give her something nice.

He checked for any more of that brand, but thankfully the rest of the candies were no-brands. Pulling out a butterknife, he sliced the offending bar off of the Wall. At least the chunk in the crack was hard to see.

After throwing away the awful thing, he ran out. At the very least, when Kitterah got back up, she would find a cold water bottle and a plate of saltine crackers.

why’d you stick chocolate in that!? that’s such a waste! D: (kitterah)

“I’ve used worse for quick repairs,” the Repairman admitted, casually. “Besides, it was going ba–”

He then noticed something on the wrapper. A label? He thought he got all those candies copyright-free.

He unfurled the label a little and revealed the words “Krikfalusi’s Close-Up Chocolate-Covered Gross-Up” in small-ish type.

He glanced at the chocolate behind the wrapper. Yup: a wad of chewed-up gum, several hairs of various covers, and… was that a used Band-Aid? The melty part of the bar didn’t seem to drip chocolate; it seemed to drip oil.

“Eugh…still think it was a waste?”

Yup! :D I decided to “dress up” as the icon! Course, now I don’t really have hands, but whatever :P (kitterah [TK: pfffft. She’s hoping since she didn’t say what icon a crack won’t form])

“Oh, it is you! Heh…”

He rubbed the back of his head, looking for a way to distract from his missing the point.

He saw a rather small crack in the Wall, and absentmindedly stuck a half-melted chocolate bar in it. Hey, he’s worked with worse!

Oh! that one took me a second! I’d rather be Boo though (kitterah [TK: she’s enjoying this so don’t worry])

“So, that’s a no…”

He kept thinking.

“Why do I still wanna say Kit….? Kitty-cat…Kitsch…?”

He looked into the anon’s sunglasses. Then…

Smack! His hand hit his forehead.

“How could I not get this?! You’re Kitterah, aren’t you?”

He looked back up, furrowing his brow.

“No, no, too easy.”