That voodoo that you do 6

Good question. I would say I could probably be driven to it.

But I tend to enjoy other types of humour more than the physical. *catches sight of Weft's nod* Battles of wits are more fun when you're both on a roughly equal footing. *grin*

Yah.

Equal footing is better that one having the high ground and thrashing the other.

It's also better than "on equal eye-level", because it means I don't have to bring a box or something to stand on. *grin*

*pokes the ground enquiringly*

* is solid *

Oh. It's worn off... guess we stuck it out after all. *gets up, stamps once or twice*

I wonder whatever could be next. If that wasn't the lot. The trouble is, now I simply have to hang around like a dummy to find out.

*Weft produces some knitting needles and half a glove*

*starts setting the doll display right*

So, are you going to tell what you two did in Casmut, or are the particulars classified?

*picks up a doll* Weren't there supposed to be some extra ears on this one?

Weft: Shut up or multiple stab wounds!

*pats pockets and murrs*

Weft, could you lend me something pointy? *smilesmile*

Needle, shiv or pithy retort?

Shiv, please. But a big needle would do, too.

*happily nibbles on a kitten doll*

No. What for?

Stress relief.

Oh, well.

* rips head off Mutt doll, tosses parts over her shoulder and continues setting the rest straight *

*sneaks up on Suitov and kicks him in the ankle*

Dusty! You got better! *picks up, ignoring its squirming, and sits it back on the stand*

* contorts face, apparently trying to stick out a tongue it doesn't have *

*hurts and stings*

* frowns at Suitov doll, then turns to the original *

Suitov...

When I ask something, saying you don't want to tell is great. Saying your author hasn't figured out the particulars yet is great. Saying it's none of my fucking business is great, provided it really isn't, like in this case.

Just ignoring the question is effing rude.

Maybe I'm testing your patience. There's enough of that sort of thing going around.

Weft: *mutters at his silk* Ix-nay...

Well, it failed. My own supply is limited, so I save it for more vital occasions.

*rolls eyes and shakes head*

I think I need a walk.

*vanishes*