[☼ 02, Action, OTA ☼]

[socks_twoofthem]

[This is Danny.

Danny is four years old.

And Danny happened to have found some crayons.

See that wall?

It's now covered in kiddie crayon drawings, and he's still at it. Hope the residents of Joe West don't mind his artistic escapade!]

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[slap_me_thrice]

[The Academy's favorite Pirate Janitor is none too happy about this.]

Bloody impish knaves, is what.

[Gibbs is grumbling and scrubbing.]

[socks_twoofthem]

[And over walks Danny, quietly coloring over the places that Gibbs just cleaned, working his way down.]

What's an impeesh navie?

[slap_me_thrice]

[Gibbs does not notice what Danny is doing at all. He is almost done with this wall; then he can go have some tea.]

Impish knave---a little trouble maker, no more'n four foot high if he's an inch, judging by these markings. Possibly one of the Green Menace, but I've not seen any other evidence of them about.

[socks_twoofthem]

What's the Gwreen Men-ish?

[SCRIBBLE SCRIBBLE.]

[slap_me_thrice]

Leprechauns, little sir. Horrible little blighters. [SCRUB SCRUB]

[socks_twoofthem]

I thought they left gold for people at the ends of rainbows.

[HM... DANNY THINKS HE'LL START TO DRAW A PICTURE OF THIS FUNNY MAN.]

[slap_me_thrice]

[Now Gibbs notices new marks and crosses himself. DEVIL PIXIES, ALL.] Look at their horrid hallmarks, now! [More scrubbing!]

[socks_twoofthem]

Is a hallmawrk a wall dwrawing?

[Because that would make sense.

Hm... maybe there needs to be a leprechaun next to doodled Gibbs. MORE SCRIBBLING.]

[slap_me_thrice]

Aye! The way they've marked up the halls and all! They've got no consideration for an honest man and his labor, now do they.

[socks_twoofthem]

I don't know.

Say, Mistewr... do you think I dwrew a big enough beawrd for you?

[Danny points to his latest masterpiece, Gibbs fighting off leprechauns with a bow and arrow.]

1/2

[slap_me_thrice]

YOU! OI! NO! STOP! THAT'S...

[slap_me_thrice]

...not a bad likeness, actually...

Look here, lad---these drawings, they're very nice indeed, but they belong on paper---[the word "paper" is punctuated by rather flat hand motions that might possibly also suggest "paper"]---and not on the walls!

[And he is doing an admirable job of holding his temper.]

[socks_twoofthem]

But you have to save the papewr for the soilders. Mummy called it rationing.

[What a conservative little boy Danny is. Doing exactly what the government told him to~. Not his fault London is war-striken, though. ;;]

[slap_me_thrice]

[But Gibbs is not really paying attention anymore---he is scrutinizing the drawing, now.]

Here---lad---bow and arrows? Against leprechauns? Doesn't seem very effective.......

[socks_twoofthem]

Why not? They wowrk on injuns...

[Danny tilts his head, curious.] What would you use on leppewr-khans?

[slap_me_thrice]

Punji sticks! You stick 'em in the ground, all right? Then the little buggers fall in and---[Here Gibbs makes a squishing sound with his mouth, smashing his palms together for emphasis]--they impale their wee little kicking green bodies on the sharp stakes. Problem? Solved!