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[_finduilas]

*runs around in the backyard, surrounded by every conceivable tool and piece of equiptment in creation, as well as piles of lumber, iron, rope, and rubber*

*works feverishly, occassionally referring to a few sheets of paper scribbled in her own writing*

:D! *PROJECT YAY*

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[turco]

*Rope? Rubber? Hopes you're making a swing.* >:D

[_finduilas]

*DIRTY BOY!* ;D

[turco]

*hell yeah!*

*okay, if it's not a swing booooo!...*

Whatcha doin'?

[_finduilas]

*looks at him like he's got a third head*

Building. Constructing. Creating life MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA inanimate objects.

[turco]

I can see that. What are you building?

[_finduilas]

*grins* You'll see. ;p

[turco]

*childish whine* I wanna know now!

[_finduilas]

*laughs* What do you think it is.

*pauses* *considers that she's surrounded by rope and rubber and who she's talking to*

You know what. Don't tell me. It's a gym.

[turco]

Ahhhhh okay. So that's not the beginning of a bondage rack.

Cool. :)

[_finduilas]

You're making me fat and complacent in my old age. That's going to change.

Plus you'd be amazed at the things you can do on monkey bars.

[turco]

You're not fat. A little chunky maybe. >;)

WhoooOOoooooheheheheheheh...

[_finduilas]

Coming from you, that's a compliment, chunky. ;p

I thought you'd like that.

[turco]

*hugs you from behind*

I like something to hang onto. :p

[_finduilas]

That's what the monkey bars are for. :p

[turco]

. . .

You could make a swing out of the ropes couldn't you?

[_finduilas]

I don't see why I'd want to do that. ;P