A boy of about her age (or a bit younger) in lavish renaissance clothes is looking at Claudia, and trying to smile winsomely, which is hard, as he's rather plain.
"Not so much, no. I'm..." She hesitates for a moment, trying to think of terminology the kid might know. "I'm kind of a mechanic." It's not entirely true, but hopefully it's close enough.
RB: Yeah. RB: --Wait, you posted the memo thing about holidays, right? Claudia's responses come quickly; clearly she's a human who's used to IM clients and texting.
CG: YEAH CG: AMONG OTHERS CG: I AM THE ONE WHO PORTED THE CLIENT OVER TO START WITH CG: BUT I WANT TO RELATED AS TWO SENTIENT BEINGS TO EACH OTHER HERE WITHOUT ANY UNSEEMLY GROVELING
RB: Works for me. RB: Not that this wasn't an epic win idea. Totally worth the accusation of cannibalising Farnsworths. (Her boss has this habit of assuming the worst, sometimes.)
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Girls aren't supposed to be artists, but sometimes, they try nevertheless.
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"I'm kind of a mechanic."
It's not entirely true, but hopefully it's close enough.
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RB: --Wait, you posted the memo thing about holidays, right?
Claudia's responses come quickly; clearly she's a human who's used to IM clients and texting.
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CG: AMONG OTHERS
CG: I AM THE ONE WHO PORTED THE CLIENT OVER TO START WITH
CG: BUT I WANT TO RELATED AS TWO SENTIENT BEINGS TO EACH OTHER HERE WITHOUT ANY UNSEEMLY GROVELING
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RB: Not that this wasn't an epic win idea.
Totally worth the accusation of cannibalising Farnsworths. (Her boss has this habit of assuming the worst, sometimes.)
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