OO2 }{ AUDIO }{ CALLSIGN: MZ114C }{ MORNING 25

[somethingintangible]

Hey... does anybody know if there's anything to make shoes from here? Like, real shoes. I'm tired of walking around barefoot.

I mean like, real stuff. Not nasty animal hides.

I can try to make you something too if you want. I guess. I'm at the airfield. Hit me up. Or... there's this guy K? He's like a robot or something? I think he can sew too.

You guys all need to dress way better. This is sad.

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[trialbyliar]

[Oh good, the kid gloves can come off.

There's what looks like a pitiful attempt to stop her from stealing his stick, but he lets her have it. Fuck it, he wants to see what she's gonna do. And as to goad her on, the pouty expression drops away disconcertingly quickly and he shoots her a sly smirk, dropping his voice as well.]

Wow, you're not even trying to pretend you're not totally two-faced. Jeez, and here I thought you were just a stupid useless bimbo!

[Pot, meet kettle.]

[somethingintangible]

[ She wasn't expecting to be able to grab it, since from what little she's seen of him, she's pretty fast and sneaky. So when he lets her have it, she just blinks at it, and has to decide what to do with it.

She drops down to the floor to doodle too, aimlessly at first. ]

Well, you were wrong. Turns out, I'm a smart useless bimbo.

[ You have to be smart to get good at being a useless bimbo, in Maddy's opinion. Useless bimbos don't live very long if they don't know who to aim their bimbo-ness at.

She looks at his charcoal doodles, as she draws next to them. ] What are these?