017- [action] And things are quiet once again....

[springtime4me]

[This week in mayfield had been especially rough on everyone. Hitler was no exception. Since the only other person in his house was a robot, he'd decided it was safer to drink the milk himself. So he went down every morning, snagged a bottle, and hid in his room. Every day. And every day, he'd gotten the poison. So he'd been dead for most of the week.


But he's trying not to think about that. Today, he just wants to relax a little. Which is why he's in the park  with his sewing supplies. He appears to be making tiny, stuffed sheep. And he's tying different colored ribbon around thier necks. With different little charms on them. They're pretty cute, actually. And he's just putting the finishing touches on one right now.]


There. All done.



I wonder who I should give this one to...?

Comments

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

And what the hell are you making?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[Walking over.]

Mind if I sit here?

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

[Well, as chaos tends to partly live in the park, he'll notice you; drone males don't tend to sew. Coming just a bit closer, he'll glance at the item being formed, and smile.]

You seem to have a knack for sewing, if you don't mind a complete stranger complimenting you on it.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Is it possible for a giant robot to sneak around? Probably not, but he tries, all the same, until he can lean over Hitler's shoulder to peer at the creation.]

There you are.

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

[ After the rough week with the milk, Firo's taking the day off work to relax in the park. He spots Hitler sewing and strolls over. ]

What're you doin'?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa pauses as she walks by, a bamboo broom over her shoulder, and looks over the bench from behind.]

Those are adorable.