(ooc; I felt it needed to be done.
He's now walking down Taylor Road and is quite distressed at seeing his drone family. Feel free to run into him and make his life more miserable or otherwise.)[He's been dreading this moment since he fell asleep on the couch after the first phone call. He sleeps with his hat on but his shoes and socks off, ( Read more... )

[That clattering is Snufkin turning the phone around several times until he thinks it's right. He started off holding it upside down, and is now whispering and or muttering into the device for fear of waking up his drone wife.]

H-hello? I have no idea how to use this thing...I don't really know who I'm talking to, but...I hope someone can explain ( Read more... )

[There are probably three things that resemble telephones in Moominvalley, four at the most, and they either belong to the resident inventor, the Snork, and probably don't even work as they're supposed to, or they've been collected by the Hemulen and have been gathering dust somewhere for years. Either way, it's quite obvious Snufkin isn't ( Read more... )