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accordancy2012-07-31 03:05 pm
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[on this fine day, Monster has decided to play with all of the toys he's been gathering up! his door is wiiiide open, though some of his things have been dragged out into the hallway. a teddy bear with a missing limb, a roller skate, some books that have various levels of bloody little fingerprint smears on them.
Monster himself is humming (telepathically, of course) in his room. surrounded by all the bizarre, nostalgic things he's collected up, his main focus seems to be on disassembling an old tricycle. shape-shifting his fingers to undo bolts and playing around with all the individual parts. this is probably not how you use a tricycle.
whoops! one of the wheels just rolled out into the hall too. C:]
Monster himself is humming (telepathically, of course) in his room. surrounded by all the bizarre, nostalgic things he's collected up, his main focus seems to be on disassembling an old tricycle. shape-shifting his fingers to undo bolts and playing around with all the individual parts. this is probably not how you use a tricycle.
whoops! one of the wheels just rolled out into the hall too. C:]
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Monster has to think smarter. What's really big...?
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crossing her arms, propping her chin, ready to see where the hell this is going.]
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[and then Monster turns into a giant snail. because that makes a ton of sense! he'll just start snailing his way over all of the piles of things so that he can absorb them, because that's totally and undeniably how snails work.]
Tabby Mom should get the round one that rolled away!
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too busy staring at the GIANT SNAIL to go get the round one that rolled away.
of all the big things he could have turned into, a SNAIL was probably one of the last things she would have expected.]
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you know.
a snail.
take your time.]
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yeah.
after a minute or several of staring, wondering at what sort of stupid travesty her unlife has become... she wordlessly wanders out into the hallway and retrieves the wheel for him.
there you go, snailbuddy.]
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[he'll slowly... make his way over so that he can absorb the wheel too.]