Backdated to February 4th

[dirtysouthdirty]

[ February fourth is the day the Confederate States of America was officially formed. Most might assume that would make it his birthday, however that wasn't so, and Confedy himself wasn't entirely sure why. It suits him just fine, though. When he thought of his country being formed, he also thought of his country going down in flames. Not exactly

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[by_mornin]

[It's really just coincidence Amarillo chose to walk into Hookeracy's chosen living room, soda in hand. He's a bit surprised to see the puzzle toy, and...really a bit concerned at the other man's general mood.

Well. Perhaps he can help. Amarillo moseys over and leans against the back of Hookeracy's chair.]

The easy way's to just rearrange the stickers.

[dirtysouthdirty]

[ Hookeracy at first ignores the sudden sense someone else is around, he doesn't look up from the puzzle until he realizes said prescence is now against the back of his chair.

But he recognizes that voice and whatever bite he might have had to run off whoever it was on the chance his brother had shown up dissipates, instead offering a almost sheepish smile. ]

I might do that later.

[ When he isn't wanting of a distraction. ]

[by_mornin]

[Amarillo leans over as much as he can, to slip his arms around Hookeracy.]

Don't tell me that lil' thing's what's got ya so worked up.

[dirtysouthdirty]

[ Hookeracy rests his head against one of those arms, looking back down at the cube and rearranges a couple rows. ]

Nah, not this. Just...rememberin' thangs I don' wanna.

[by_mornin]

Do ya need me to leave ya alone?

[dirtysouthdirty]

[ Hookeracy seems to think on this a moment, before finding one of Amarillo's hands and giving it a gentle squeeze. ]

Ya can stay.

[by_mornin]

[Amarillo hugs Hookeracy tighter for a moment.]

Anythin' I can do to help?

[dirtysouthdirty]

If I knew anythang 'sides findin' distractions, I don' think it'd still be so...gratin'.

[ He'll nuzzle against the arm he's resting his head against as the hug tightens, fussing with the Rubix cube until he gets one side all green...but the other sides are still mixed up colors. ]

[by_mornin]

[Poor Hookeracy and his cube.]

You're already further along on that thing than I've ever gotten, the honest way... D'ya want distractions or solutions?

[dirtysouthdirty]

'Bout as far as I ever got myself, really...

[ He's still trying, though. Sooner or later he'll get it. ]

Never thought I'd solve it short of messin' with tha stickers.

[by_mornin]

...I meant more for what's actually botherin' ya. If the puzzle's that much of a hassle, I'm sure Houston'd have an equation for it.

[dirtysouthdirty]

Ah, sorry.

[ Then he pauses slightly, giving Amarillo a confused look. ]

Then what did ya mean by solutions?

[by_mornin]

...I dunno.

[At least he's honest.]

I dunno what kinda problem it is. But if ya want help, I'd be happy to try.

[dirtysouthdirty]

Li'e I said, it's just...can't help 'memberin' thangs I wish I didn'.

[ That seemed a good way to put it. ]

[by_mornin]

So ya just distract yourself, huh... I bet I could help with that much, at least.

[dirtysouthdirty]

Yer welcome ta, if ya'd li'e.

[ Even if that leaves him to wonder what Amarillo could plan on doing. ]