Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (9/9)
Oh, somebody had heard radio last night.
Somebody was not pleased.
If you asked Clocky, this was a good thing, since it meant Katchoo had another target for her ire for once. Sure, Clocky was just about unbreakable according to all the evidence (said evidence being now-uncountable run-ins with Katchoo's feet and occasional flung objects), and not exactly sentient, but the sport just wore a little thin sometimes.
Katchoo wasn't much for sculpture, but that block of clay was a nice, convenient outlet today, even if it was going to leave the counter in a sad state.
She kind of liked the sound it made when she punched it. It squished really nice.
[OOC: Summer has come and passed, the OCD can never last. SP quite likely until evening EST. Rrr.]
Somebody was not pleased.
If you asked Clocky, this was a good thing, since it meant Katchoo had another target for her ire for once. Sure, Clocky was just about unbreakable according to all the evidence (said evidence being now-uncountable run-ins with Katchoo's feet and occasional flung objects), and not exactly sentient, but the sport just wore a little thin sometimes.
Katchoo wasn't much for sculpture, but that block of clay was a nice, convenient outlet today, even if it was going to leave the counter in a sad state.
She kind of liked the sound it made when she punched it. It squished really nice.
[OOC: Summer has come and passed, the OCD can never last. SP quite likely until evening EST. Rrr.]