Sparky Repairs, Wednesday

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy was trying to juggle spare parts. Try being the key word as he was dropping them more often than not.

Goth was juggling easily and making small superior chirps at him.

He was going to get this down today, damn it.

Sparky's is open!

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[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had a book in his hand as he walked into the repair shop. It had been his intention to see if whoever worked here could breathe some life into the poor dead thing, but that thought was immediately forgotten as he watched the attempt at juggling happening before him.
...
"What in the world are you trying to do?"


{ooc: Where there's juggling, there's Valentine! ... Even if I have to run to work in 20 minutes. But... Juggling!}

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy jumped at Valentine's words, dropping the pieces of machines that he was tossing around. Calling it juggling would be too kind.

"Um, juggling. Kinda."

Goth was up to 5 nuts and was looking as smug as a robot could.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine stared for a moment, then nodded. "Kinda, indeed." He reached into his coat which I have handwavily retrieved from 6's side of the room, dammit and pulled out a handful of juggling balls. "Need a refresher, perhaps?"

(ooc: Yep, I really shouldn't have pinged into this so close to work, sorry! I'll be back this evening, if you're still interested, or you can handwave a juggling lesson, if you'd like.)

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Picking up the dropped spare parts, Teddy put them on the counter. He glared at Goth and its smug look.

"Sure."


[[ooc: I'll be awake late because I can't stay away from the caffiene so interaction is always fun!]]

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Well, you might want to start with something less... oblong." Valentine eyed the spare parts for a moment, then tossed a trio of balls at Teddy, one after the other. "It's easier if everything is the same weight and shape at first. Less distracting when you're not going, 'Oh, this is a thingamadoo, and that's a somethingorother, and this must be a gadgettything!'" He grinned and pulled out three balls of his own. "Balls for beginners. Thingamadoos and gadgettythings when you get the hang of catching them."

[[ooc: Ah, caffiene. Best friend of students, psychopaths, truckers, and roleplayers! Thanks for being so patient!]]

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy let the balls his his chest not dirty to catch them all. This might be the reason he was so bad at juggling. And football.

"Okay," He said, looking nervously down at the balls in his hands. still not dirty

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine might have made something of a snerking sound in the back of his throat.
"You ready, then? You look like you're terrified of those things or something. They don't bite."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Around here, I wouldn't be too sure," Teddy replied, tossing one of the balls hesitantly in the air.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine crossed his arms and observed for a moment before starting to juggle with the trio in his hand. "Trust me, my balls don't bite. They explode, sure, but they don't bite."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

He barely managed to catch the ball before it dropped. "They explode?!"

[dark_slippy_thing]

That sound? That was Valentine laughing. "Only when you want them to, and they're perfectly harmless." He smiled one of his shit-eating smiles at Teddy and shrugged a little. "Makes for a good way to end a performance. Fireworks, you know?"

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy gave a nervous laugh. "Geeze, nearly gave me a heart attack."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine tossed a boll against the wall with a smirk. There was something of a whistling sound, and then it exploded in a flurry of harmless sparks when it hit.
"See, there now. Just a bit of a whizzbang. And not the type that fills you with painful metal bits, either."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy lifted the ball to eye level, trying to see if there was anything unique about it. "See, where I'm from things that explode generally aren't that harmless."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine shrugged and pulled out another ball casually. "I imagine that where you come from, books don't fly, fish don't swim in the air, and gryphons don't demand riddles on pain of death before letting you look at large, orbitting giants, either." He juggled the new trio and chuckled. "Now, are you going to show me your technique, or do I have to throw another ball at you?"

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't say never, but that doesn't normally happen."

He sighed and started juggling. Only two balls though. The third one never made it into the tossing because that's where he screwed up.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine watched him juggle intently for a few moments, then started to casually juggle his own yet again. "You know, if you're not going to try with the third ball, you might as well quit now while you can still put two in the air and say you've got it figured out. It's not going to juggle itself."