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[shepherdesses]

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[mrsnesbitt]

Up here!

[buzz has taken a leaf out of peter's book, looks like. his voice comes from above bo-- she'll see him hanging upside down on the kitchen light. not in any need of help, but having shot the grappling hook up and over one of the metal prongs. he has the rope wrapped around one leg, the other braced against it, arms free to wave at her.

he's showing off. as he does sometimes.]

[shepherdesses]

How did you — grappling hook.

[ she nods understandingly, deducing it halfway through her question, although that begs another of how, exactly, she's going to manage the same path up to where he's dangling or if he's just going to let himself drop down eventually.

or if he's secretly stuck and in need of help. because that's always a possibility. ]

Should've known you'd be hanging around.

[mrsnesbitt]

[it was a close call, almost being in need of help, but buzz managed to just about avoid it by mercifully untangling himself in time.]

I had high expectations! [he calls out with a laugh, flipping around and grabbing the shoot-y part of the gun, extending the rope to its full length so he can drop onto the table, then jump down to meet her. it takes a few seconds for the gun to pull the grappling hook back to its nozzle, but it does so. this isn't some plastic piece of junk (sorry, gary), this is legit!] Here.

[shepherdesses]

Well, no one can say you don't aim for the stars. Or maybe just the ceiling.

[ It's definitely a high-tech piece of equipment from where she's standing, and when he finally makes it down to her level and hands it over to her she turns it over in her grip, an impressed hum in her throat. ]

Yeah, this is the real deal. You said you just woke up with it in your basket? Today? Was there a note with it or anything...? [ Anything that would make it clear who it's from or where this is some kind of gift? ]

[mrsnesbitt]

Yeah. I did ask Sodder for it-- I felt... kind of weird asking a kid for something, but there have been too many situations that could've been less... almost dying-y if I'd had one of these. I gave her one of Mami's cupcakes! So it worked.

[oh, but he feels so weird and guilty asking a kid for something. it's better when it's an unexpected one like his telepathic hat or the laser. this one... whoof, he just decided it was an urgent need, after that little trip back to the incinerator.]