dull life (o) Aug 8, 2015 18:04:33 GMT -8
Post by Arcadia on Aug 8, 2015 18:04:33 GMT -8
"You're unbelievable, you do know that, right?"
He didn't answer, of course; he rarely ever does. But he knew that I was right. I was sitting atop the roof of some random residential building, hopefully not making too much noise for whatever tenants resided beneath me. With whom was I sharing my company? Eleven, of course. Dad says it's weird that I spend so much time with my puppet, and he probably thinks that it's even weirder that I share discussions with it -- him -- but I don't really mind. In some ways, I prefer Eleven over a real person. He's a great listener, though not much of a talker.
Especially not with my hand down his throat.
Wrench in hand, I worked diligently to tweak my dear friends neck joint -- it had slipped into an awful habit of squeaking recently and I would not stand for it. With one final turn I pulled my hand out and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Despite the overcast cloud cover, it was still oddly hot. Or maybe I'd been working too hard. The latter was more appealing, admittedly.
"Alright, hold still..." I placed the wrench at my side and slightly elevated my hand, holding it just over Elevens face. A thin, barely visible thread of chakra fell from one of my fingertips and vanished down the puppets throat. I bit my lip and furrowed my brow as I flicked my wrist, ever so slightly tugging on the thread. Initially, I could only hear the wind, birds chirping, and the incoherent babble of a couple of people on the street below. And then there was a squeak.
I groaned loudly.( this thread is open for casual interactions )