Practice Makes Perfect (Action)
Oct. 10th, 2010 02:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.]
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.]
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Date: 2010-10-10 10:05 pm (UTC)