Practice Makes Perfect (Action)

[ceasetoexist]

[BLU Engie's gone. But that doesn't matter, not really. It's not like he expected people to stay here, and he honestly should have known better that, if he actually did kinda-sorta want someone to stay there, they would eventually leave. It's just how fate seemed to want to get him after all it couldn't possibly be coincidence it's not like he's paranoid straight to hell or anything, and this pretty much just seemed to be yet more evidence that something, somewhere, was probably conspiring against him to piss him off about everything around him. Not that it mattered, he supposed, because it wasn't like it would be the last time it'd ever happen either.

So it wasn't because Engie was gone that Pokey found himself out in the driveway of his house, trying to build one of the machines the man had been showing him how to work on. Not at all. It's not like he felt he had to prove something, like what he learned meant anything. And it may not have, considering how badly he's struggling to remember what to do.

Feel free to notice notice the grumbling, more agitated then usual blue kid fucking about with a bunch of metal parts in his driveway and come agitated him even further.]

Comments

At the moment? Not actively.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but you didn't say what you want in return. It's stupid to believe someone just wants to help for nothing.

Hahaha

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

Well, other than the fact I happen to work with machines in general, I offered to help because you look completely confused. If I was asking anything in return, I would have stated it right away.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

That's a lie. No one just offers something without expecting something in return.

[But now that he's turned his attention away from the machine, his hands are working on it solely from memory. And they actually seem to know what they're doing.]

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

Some people do. Why do half the people I meet insist there's ulterior motives to everything a person does? Though I suppose, if you want to take an ulterior motive, I like working on things.


[She does notice his hands, and decides to keep speaking out of curiosity whether it will keep up.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Uuuh, because that's how people work? People are untrustworthy jerks who'll take advantage of you when given the chance and usually smell bad.

[It keeps up. He's not half bad when he isn't getting angry at what he's trying to make.]

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

[Shion can't help but make as exasperated sound.]

That isn't true at all. Yes, there are a lot of people who will take advantage, and almost everyone will sometimes, but it isn't a constant thing for everyone.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Man, what a magical world you must live in. I've only met maybe a handful of people where that was true, so that's the exception, not the norm.

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

[Shion rubs her head. Boy does this kid remind her of a certain Blue Testament who had the same, the world is evil, view point.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he just squints his eyes, gritting his teeth.]

Don't judge me. You don't even now me.

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

No, I don't. But I don't like the thought that you seem to think everyone in the world is evil.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Haven't seen enough evidence against it, and I refuse to get hurt again be taken for a chump.

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

[Shion just shakes her head a bit.]

It's painful to live that way...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

There are more painful ways to live.

[He has to stand up for the next part of his work. He's making genuine progress.]

So, I have to friggin' know: is there a sign on my back or something that says "preach at me" that perfect strangers feel the need to come talk to me? Cause that constantly seems to be the case.

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

No. But according to my brother, I'll always find ways to get myself into some sort of trouble, regardless of what type it is. So maybe that explains me?

[She seems to be half-joking on that last part.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Brothers say a lot of stupid things sometimes. I dunno. You're a perfect stranger, so its not like it matters to me.

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

Hm. I'm Shion. What is your name?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

That's not what I meant. Just knowing your name doesn't mean anything, stupid.

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

It's a start.

[Starting to wonder if she should back off yet. But then, she likes trouble.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Not really. It's just a name. That's all. Everyone has a name.

[Don't worry Shion, there really isn't anything Pokey could do to you. And what he's building doesn't look offensive in nature.]

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

A name is a start to a lot of things though. It lets us get to know one another just a little.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

Pokey.

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, then, Pokey.

[Shion looks at the device he's been messing with since they started to talk.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah.

[And he'll go back to trying to work on it.]

...It's called a Dispenser.

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

[Shion nods.]

Will it dispense anything particular, or are you trying to program it to dispense whatever you require?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Usually, it's supposed to dispense like ammunition and first aid kits and jazz like that. Right now I'm just building an empty one to prove I can do it.