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. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.
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. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.
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[OOC: Contact through any format is fine, including action as you see fit!]
[He pulls a face at him, sticking his tongue out and sneering.]
Sherpa. Don't disrespect the position. Besides--
[He grabs a candy bar blindly, shoves it in his back pocket, and heads towards the costumes.]
Out of the two of us, who was a wolf for like a week?
Sherpa. Don't disrespect the position. Besides--
[He grabs a candy bar blindly, shoves it in his back pocket, and heads towards the costumes.]
Out of the two of us, who was a wolf for like a week?
I like how you're never going to let me live the wolf thing down. I didn't ask to end up a wolf.
[And yet it doesn't seem to bother him quite as much as it probably ought to, ever. He follows along with Polnareff, hauling the candy bags along as well.]
Besides. Wolves are cool, anyway.
[NEVER FORGET THAT HIS FAVORITE MOVIE IS NEVER CRY WOLF]
[And yet it doesn't seem to bother him quite as much as it probably ought to, ever. He follows along with Polnareff, hauling the candy bags along as well.]
Besides. Wolves are cool, anyway.
[NEVER FORGET THAT HIS FAVORITE MOVIE IS NEVER CRY WOLF]
As cool as sharks?
[Hmm. HE's not 100% on-board with this Halloween thing, simply by virtue of not having grown up with it, but some of these costumes are amusing looking. He could grab a policeman hat for Giorno, the kid might be vaguely amused by it. Or not, honestly, sometimes his son's sense of humor is hard to predict.]
Here.
[He grabs two sets of those dog ears, offering one to Jotaro.]
We might as well match, right?
[Hmm. HE's not 100% on-board with this Halloween thing, simply by virtue of not having grown up with it, but some of these costumes are amusing looking. He could grab a policeman hat for Giorno, the kid might be vaguely amused by it. Or not, honestly, sometimes his son's sense of humor is hard to predict.]
Here.
[He grabs two sets of those dog ears, offering one to Jotaro.]
We might as well match, right?
Cute.
[He winks at him and sets on his own ears. Thank god he's learned to keep his hair short; it means the damn things are actually visible. And-- are they wiggling a little? No, that's impossible, they're not those kind of dog ears.]
Not as cute as your wolf-self, which I'm never gonna stop bringing up, but still: cute.
[He winks at him and sets on his own ears. Thank god he's learned to keep his hair short; it means the damn things are actually visible. And-- are they wiggling a little? No, that's impossible, they're not those kind of dog ears.]
Not as cute as your wolf-self, which I'm never gonna stop bringing up, but still: cute.
...You thought it was cute. I thought you kept insisting it was weird!
[Oh, no. Oh, dear. Is that triumph? It sure sounds like triumph.]
You got weird about the sniffing and all that shit and all this time you thought it was cute!
[And then he squints, just a little.]
...Did you get a weird pair? They're wobbling around.
[Oh, no. Oh, dear. Is that triumph? It sure sounds like triumph.]
You got weird about the sniffing and all that shit and all this time you thought it was cute!
[And then he squints, just a little.]
...Did you get a weird pair? They're wobbling around.
[He wrinkles his nose at him. It's about the wobbling, theoretically, but it's probably more about the cute comment. Like: yeah, he admitted it, but don't keep harping on it, guy.]
No? They're not--
[He reaches up to try and fix them on more firmly. Except they jump under his fingers, wiggling and then flatting against his skull. Polnareff yelps, a noise both high-pitched and utterly undignified, but who the fuck is ever prepared to get fully functional ears. Said ears, by the way, have leapt up, pointing stiffly upwards, as shocked as he is.]
No? They're not--
[He reaches up to try and fix them on more firmly. Except they jump under his fingers, wiggling and then flatting against his skull. Polnareff yelps, a noise both high-pitched and utterly undignified, but who the fuck is ever prepared to get fully functional ears. Said ears, by the way, have leapt up, pointing stiffly upwards, as shocked as he is.]
Shit!
[Speaking of undignified responses, Jotaro too jumps about a mile at the sound of Polnareff's yelp, nearly dropping the bags of candy and other assorted halloween favors in his surprise.
Automatically, he moves, reaching for Polnareff's head with his hand outstretched, because clearly touching the ears in question is the right thing to do here.]
What the hell...?
[Speaking of undignified responses, Jotaro too jumps about a mile at the sound of Polnareff's yelp, nearly dropping the bags of candy and other assorted halloween favors in his surprise.
Automatically, he moves, reaching for Polnareff's head with his hand outstretched, because clearly touching the ears in question is the right thing to do here.]
What the hell...?
What do you mean, what the hell, what did--
[--you do, but that's a touch unfair. Jotaro would fuck with him in many ways, but not like this. Maybe this is comeuppance for all those times he'd made fun of him for the wolf thing. Maybe this is just what's coming to him.
Except no, what the fuck, that's unfair, he'd just admitted that was cute. Why is he being punished for this!]
What the fuck!
[That's less baffled and more indignant, fortunately.]
What about yours--
[He reaches for them, tugging lightly on them. Either they'll come off or Jotaro will shove him away, but he's gotta know if he's alone in this.]
[--you do, but that's a touch unfair. Jotaro would fuck with him in many ways, but not like this. Maybe this is comeuppance for all those times he'd made fun of him for the wolf thing. Maybe this is just what's coming to him.
Except no, what the fuck, that's unfair, he'd just admitted that was cute. Why is he being punished for this!]
What the fuck!
[That's less baffled and more indignant, fortunately.]
What about yours--
[He reaches for them, tugging lightly on them. Either they'll come off or Jotaro will shove him away, but he's gotta know if he's alone in this.]
Yes generally plans do make these sort of projects easier.
What I want you to make is a cheese press. It's a device that, essentially, applies pressure of a specific weight onto a single point. (that's where the cheese goes) I'll get the plans to you once I put them together.
JP = Jean-Pierre = Polnareff
What I want you to make is a cheese press. It's a device that, essentially, applies pressure of a specific weight onto a single point. (that's where the cheese goes) I'll get the plans to you once I put them together.
JP = Jean-Pierre = Polnareff
i'm more of a figure it out as i go kind of guy
and yeah if you can come up with the plans i can get them built probably
i might need some help with supplies and stuff if it's really specific
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so did someone advertise my handyman services on a bulletin board or something lately and nobody told me about it
seems like everybody's drafting me for help with shit
and yeah if you can come up with the plans i can get them built probably
i might need some help with supplies and stuff if it's really specific
...
so did someone advertise my handyman services on a bulletin board or something lately and nobody told me about it
seems like everybody's drafting me for help with shit
Not really. I just remembered that Giorno told me you were the one who did a lot of work on this house. So I thought you'd be a helpful resource when it comes to making stuff, because I'm not handy. Abbacchio was the one who usually handled that sort of thing. Or Mista, sometimes.
I can gather the supplies. I think I've found a design that should be relatively simple to build, as long as I can also find some kind of scale to make sure it's all calibrated properly. Regardless, I can handle that sort of thing. Because that's what I'm good at: plans and the like.
Thank you. I appreciate your assistance. If you can't think of anything you want, I can owe you one (1) favor.
I can gather the supplies. I think I've found a design that should be relatively simple to build, as long as I can also find some kind of scale to make sure it's all calibrated properly. Regardless, I can handle that sort of thing. Because that's what I'm good at: plans and the like.
Thank you. I appreciate your assistance. If you can't think of anything you want, I can owe you one (1) favor.
Don't even start. If you're going to be a dick about it, don't think I won't draft up a contract defining the nature of the favor I'm willing to trade.
And it's not that much work. I'm making the plans and delivering the materials. All you're doing is putting it together.
I'd call it a medium favor at the most.
[God, he fucking hates that there's no such thing as money here. What if he just wants to throw money at his problems. What then.]
And it's not that much work. I'm making the plans and delivering the materials. All you're doing is putting it together.
I'd call it a medium favor at the most.
[God, he fucking hates that there's no such thing as money here. What if he just wants to throw money at his problems. What then.]
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