#037 - air conditioningslackerspiceOctober 17 2012, 06:38:05 UTC
Farley was busy prodding at something in the kitchen when Reinhardt walked in.
What struck him the most were his eyes, fixed hard on the metal box in front of him. How many times had he been pulled from his work to find that half the day had passed?
But they moved, too, hummingbird flickers across its innards as he spoke to himself.
“Maybe. Maybe. But how-” He smiled, triumphant. “Ah! Yes! Let’s see...”
He opened up a hefty tool chest on the floor, pulled out a miniature screwdriver, and yelped once he spotted him and the screwdriver went flying.
What struck him the most were his eyes, fixed hard on the metal box in front of him. How many times had he been pulled from his work to find that half the day had passed?
But they moved, too, hummingbird flickers across its innards as he spoke to himself.
“Maybe. Maybe. But how-” He smiled, triumphant. “Ah! Yes! Let’s see...”
He opened up a hefty tool chest on the floor, pulled out a miniature screwdriver, and yelped once he spotted him and the screwdriver went flying.
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