icons, and lack of spaces

[reiks]

If I may interrupt- yet again, my lady, I must questions your motives once more.

It isn't as though I do not appreciate your efforts. You know I do. Many an hour you spend in front of ... whatever it was you were calling it- and they are lovely pictures, indeed. Personal bias notwithstanding.

But- you do see where I am leading with this, of course, hm? So many, but little room to get the proper use of them, and the consideration is generous yes--

You are far too easily distracted, m'love.

No, the irony is not lost on me.

Just consider this: what good is there in wasting hard-earned coin away when you have little to no plan of actually doing anything with me?

... yet.

Comments

[ensure]

These mundanes, they do make quite a fuss over such small pictures, don't they? However, mine seems to have the opposite problem -- so little for so much room.

But I should hope that for your own sake, they do not go to waste.

[reiks]

True, I'm afraid I do not quite understand the fascination with it all myself. "Behind the times," she claims. But wasteful as it appears now, perhaps it will not be the case, in due time. One can only hope, mm?

[ensure]

Yes, that phrase does sound familiar. It's curious, since I would claim I'm very much ahead of my time. But, in due time, of course. Only if one is persistant enough, I find.

[reiks]

Persistence is key. Though sometimes, it would appear that for every push forward I give, she shoves me back. Twice, in fact.

Funny how that works.

[ensure]

I say. You aren't manhandling the girl, are you? Perhaps that's the problem.

[reiks]

Manhandle?

[ 'scuse him, while he laughs. ] Oh, gracious, my lady, of course not! I am ever the delicate gentleman, I can assure you.

[ensure]

Oh, can you? Then, may I ask your name, delicate gentleman?

[reiks]

It is common courtesy to introduce one's self before asking the name of another.

However- I will let it slide, this time. I am Harry, prince of Wales, m'lady. Though more frequently known as friend Hal.

[obliterator]

[ Well, most of all that went over M-O's botty little head, but one thing stood out in particular. Hence, here he is, lugging a moderately sized, gleaming piece of -- well.

Iron. =A= ]

MO.

[ /nudging at Hal's boots with his rollers ]

[reiks]

[ ...

If nothing else in the world was ever more precious--

He laughs, and crouches down to be closer to his new friend, reaching for a friendly pat-pat in greeting. ]

Hello again, my good friend! [ /patpat =3= ] How wonderful to see you again. And you've even brought a gift with you!

[obliterator]

[ /eeee patpatted! M-O makes a happy noise and whirrs his rollers once or twice against Hal's ankle. =u= ]

FR-END. HAL. [ He's not quite sure what a gift is, but tugs the iron ore closer and then zooms around it a couple times before looking up expectantly at his new human buddy. ]

IRONY. IRON.

[ A pause, and then M-O adds sheepishly-- ] NINETY-THREE PERCENT IRON, FIVE POINT NINE PERCENT NICKEL, ONE POINT ONE PERCENT SULFUR.

ACCEPTABLE? [ was the best he could find ;; ]

[reiks]

[ He still isn't entirely sure what this little creature is - no bundle of mobile scrap metal, that was certain, far too refined and polished to be junk - but he hasn't thought any less of him, no matter what he is. Mo, as he calls himself, has been nothing short of darling.

Like, now. The small rock brought to him and the reason given- he has been misunderstood, of course, but Hal laughs and smiles bright all the same. ]

Well, how very thoughtful of you! [ The rock is gathered into his hand, and tucked into the breast pocket of his coat, safely pat-patted to ensure it would not fall loose. ] And here I am without a gift in return. Surely there must be a way to thank you, for your consideration.