Secrets I haven't told...

Shawchert Menue · 01-08-2011, 01:56 AM

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WC: 337 OOC: Love that, nice little tantrum <3

Shawchert was indeed thinking, not about anything in particular, mostly about how he was going to get this all done, it wouldn’t be too much work, especially if she really was ok with building things, it would be a breeze. Nothing at all, though he was in no hurry to go back out in that rain. Then he heard a thump then a squeak, He got up and ran to the scene, seeing the girl laying down in what looked like a pile full of cement.he watched as she screamed and threw what seemed like an amusing tantrum. Shawchert couldn’t help but smile then laugh. And she spoke to him loudly still unhappy with the situation, and he couldn’t help but try his best to stifle his laugh.

We can save it… just need a bucket and something to scoop that stuff up with.

His blue eyes twinkled happily as he saw her, now covered in the dust of it all, she now looked like a ghost of sorts, he walked up to her, and held his hand out to help her up. It was the least he could do for her, especially after laughing in front of her like that. He wasn’t laughing at her, he thought she was actually being quite cute, but he was lauging at the whole situation. It wasn’t so bad as she though, they just needed to take up more time to get it all picked up. He couldn’t help think that way, but he knew they could fix this, and fix it right.

Now, is there a bucket around anywhere? Preferably dry? If not that’s fine too we can just mix what we can and use that and then come back for more until the bag is done.

He stated, figuring it would be the best idea, that was rare stuff and it was not to be taken lightly, he’d rather have it come off the floor or even from the rain than not have it at all for sure.

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