[ Kimmuriel has obtained another plush, in the meantime, now that he's actually concentrating on what he's doing. Maybe someday he'll actually get to fish out a key ring. He's pretty sure he can see it in there somewhere now.
There is a little pile of objects stacking up next to him; he throws another plush on the pile. The machine grinds aggressively on the neon-plastic grabber that he's used to thwart it from snapping shut on his hands.
Cleaning will be a mercy, he thinks. ]
My congratulations to you. [ His tonelessness makes it sound distinctly mocking. ] You managed to spare your fingers this time.
no subject
There is a little pile of objects stacking up next to him; he throws another plush on the pile. The machine grinds aggressively on the neon-plastic grabber that he's used to thwart it from snapping shut on his hands.
Cleaning will be a mercy, he thinks. ]
My congratulations to you. [ His tonelessness makes it sound distinctly mocking. ] You managed to spare your fingers this time.