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fandomtownies2020-08-01 04:59 am
special_rabbit) wrote in fandomtownies2020-08-01 04:59 am
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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Saturday [08/01].
Sure, last night's shots had left Amaya with a little bit of a hangover, but a regular hangover was nothing compared to the emotional one she was dealing with, and, quite frankly, she'd rather just stick with the regular ones. Why anyone would go and have something as troublesome and bothersome as feelings would never make sense to her, and she just wanted to say good riddance to the whole notion, and she hoped getting down into the shop and hammering out some metal in a way that made sense would help.
And it would, too, if it weren't for the inordinate amount of squirrels hanging around the shop that day and staring at her with their little rodent eyes with their bushy tails twitching expectantly at her. She tried to ignore it, at first, but there was no ignoring that amount of squirrels sometimes, a lesson she'd learned well before even coming to this little island.
"Alright," she said, finally caving, keeping her hammer in hand for threats as she settled a look at the squirrels and placed her fists on her hips, "what's all this, then? You all know I like to keep my shop a minimal squirrel zone, and there's nothing minimal about all," she waved the hammer in their general direction, "this. What do you want?"
At which point one of the squirrels stepped up with a string of chittering that Amaya, who'd gotten much more fluent in her Squirrel since coming to this little island, mostly undertstood. Well, she understood the chitters, but that didn't mean it made sense.
"When did Seivarden say I'd give you rum?"
At which point there was a little bit of a flurry of activity among the squirrels as they scrambled around in able to pull out a phone that looked comically large for their small squirrel selves and played a sample from the broadcast that morning, which did, indeed, claim that Amaya would be giving them rum.
She leveled a look at the squirrels, one brief second for them to take a moment and reconsider their life choices before setting down the hammer, and picking up the broom.
"That's not how rum works!"
But she'd be happy to show them how that broom worked.
"Out! Scram! Beat it! Lousy squirrels!"
The Forge is open!
[[ i had to lol ]]
And it would, too, if it weren't for the inordinate amount of squirrels hanging around the shop that day and staring at her with their little rodent eyes with their bushy tails twitching expectantly at her. She tried to ignore it, at first, but there was no ignoring that amount of squirrels sometimes, a lesson she'd learned well before even coming to this little island.
"Alright," she said, finally caving, keeping her hammer in hand for threats as she settled a look at the squirrels and placed her fists on her hips, "what's all this, then? You all know I like to keep my shop a minimal squirrel zone, and there's nothing minimal about all," she waved the hammer in their general direction, "this. What do you want?"
At which point one of the squirrels stepped up with a string of chittering that Amaya, who'd gotten much more fluent in her Squirrel since coming to this little island, mostly undertstood. Well, she understood the chitters, but that didn't mean it made sense.
"When did Seivarden say I'd give you rum?"
At which point there was a little bit of a flurry of activity among the squirrels as they scrambled around in able to pull out a phone that looked comically large for their small squirrel selves and played a sample from the broadcast that morning, which did, indeed, claim that Amaya would be giving them rum.
She leveled a look at the squirrels, one brief second for them to take a moment and reconsider their life choices before setting down the hammer, and picking up the broom.
"That's not how rum works!"
But she'd be happy to show them how that broom worked.
"Out! Scram! Beat it! Lousy squirrels!"
The Forge is open!
[[ i had to lol ]]