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[nihilo]

Mr. Saxophone and Dolly Parton
[ There's just the sound of jingling car keys. Oh boy, is it already Christmas again? ]


At least the furballs vapourized.

It's a shame, all this perfect snow and not a snowman to be seen.

[ And true to her word, she will be all bundled up outside crafting a snowman as tall as the average man. Beside her is a bucket, with carrots for the nose and cherries for the eyes. No coals. ]

Comments

[nihilo]

They should be all in line. [ She gestures with her hands to show where the planes should be. ] Diagonal, I think.

[workaphilic]

[He rolls his eyes, but stoops to do as directed.

The lines are very precise.]

[nihilo]

[ She just thinks he's... quirky, nicely speaking, but doesn't help him with the task, pacing around the sculpture with hands in her pockets. ]

[workaphilic]

[When he's finished, he straightens.

Dryly:]

To your specifications?

[nihilo]

It will do. [ She smirks, teasing. The care he took was borderline obsessive. ]

Do you do this often?

[workaphilic]

[That's a good descriptor for anything he does, really.]

Not lately.

[nihilo]

[ Alice pokes one plane out of line. ]

You should do it more.

[workaphilic]

[One eyebrow goes up. Please, he's not that neurotic.]

I stopped for a reason, you know.