audio | un: workstormit | in the mouse house

[bravelyrunsaway]

'lo, loves, how're you managing with all the littles crawling all over and shrieking like proper nestlings?

( he doesn't really care how everyone's doing. he doesn't dislike children, he just gets antsy and needs time away due to reasons no one needs to understand. )

Right, those of you looking for a bit of a walk around, we're low on lamp oil. Not just here at the lovely madams, but at the neighbouring homes. I'm heading out to track down what untended, forgotten oil we can find come midday. Anyone care to join?

( a second noted reference after a pause: )

How do you change what it says here for telling who you are to the rest of our merry band of misfits?

( ooc: see the related plot info here! i'll get a log post up at the end of the week. )

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[bravelyrunsaway]

( a blank look, and he shakes his head. )

No, the barrel with a wheel to move things about in. Shaped something like this?

( he uses his hands to sketch out a shape in the air, which is probably not that helpful, but certainly attempted. )

[fushichou]

[He watches, trying to make sense of this hand dance.]

...A wheelbarrow or something?

[THIS PROBABLY MAKES MORE SENSE...]

You'd think they'd have something like that around here.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( He claps his hands together. )

Sure, what you said! Wheelbarrow. Won't have anyone coming out for oil hunting for a bit, let's look around for one. Or two. Or anything else we can make work.

[fushichou]

[...Right. Right! They'll have to lug around any of the shit they find. Of course.]

Sure, okay. Hope no one ends up missing something we end up, uhh, borrowing.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( He reaches for his blade, standing with a hup and the heft of it in hand. )

Look for the abandoned places, there's more than enough of them. Anyway, we'll bring the wheelbarrow back, won't we? Portraits of kindness, love.

[fushichou]

Borrowing. That's all.

[He pushes himself to his feet and wipes any wrinkles from his clothes.]

Right. Well, I'll be off, then.

[As he walks away, Kanesada lifts a hand in a wave.]

Later!