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[teetheyes]

Okay.

Fastest way to repair a stone statue? Go.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Yes. He's your friend.

1/2

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

Huh? You mean..?

2/2, if his visiting is okay, of course.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[knock, knock?]

always bb

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Opening the door. See this face, it is nonplussed.]

Evening.

[See this statue without a right arm, taped and glued and just a mess. Sup, Blue is stoned.]

whee.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Oh, how they eyes widen. That's just awful. And the only thing he can say to it?]

Oh my god.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No shit.

[He's smoking too, doing that stream from the teetheyes thing.]

Someone found him like that.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[He's walked in to stare a little harder, looking steadily more freaked out.]

With his arm broken off and everything?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

.... No that happened yesterday.

[Siiiiiiigh, sheepish.]

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[And fly performs the closest thing to a flail that he can, hands coming up to grab at his head and pull his hat down over his eyes.]

Oh dear...

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Stepping out of the way.]

I'm hearing this thing doesn't last beyond a few days.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Perks up.]

We need to figure out what Weyland would do. I sure Weyland could fix this.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Who the hell is Weyland and how would he fix this?

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

Weyland's Builder of the Kingdom. He can fix anything.

... I don't know how he does it, though.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Staring at Fly. Really... just... staring at him.]

... Let's glue it and tape it. You hold him, I'll wrap it.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Pause, stare. Nodnodnod.]

Good.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Lots and lots of glue is going on that arm piece ehehe...]

Here.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Oh. That's totally an arm. Eek.]

Alright.

[Let's try to line this up right, now.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Strrrrrrrrpppp, that awful sound tape makes when being pulled.]

Keep him steady.

[Commence tripping the tape wraptastic.]

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Swallow, firm nod. Bring it. He's so getting Blue's arm taped back on.

... This is so bad. Jesus.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[After a good roll he steps back to look at this ghetto handiwork.]

.............

What do you think?

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Definitely not letting go, here. Leans back to take in the sight. He looks a little sick.]

Oh goodness. This is awful.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Stop saying that!

[Freaked out nightmare is freaking out.]

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Freak out party?]

I'm sorry! Look at him, though! This's... This's sort of very bad.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Point at Fly.]

He's from your world, think of something! Does that Tinkerbell clapping shit work?

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

I mean... The more well-known you are, the more powerful you become. Or something. I don't know how it works. Ms. Snow got shot in the head before and lived, though. Maybe if we just... Broadcast the rhyme, he'll get better!

[Where are all of the handy-people at your kingly disposal when you need them? He's sure Weyland could fix this.]