"...Huh." He was quiet again, but rather than saying anything else, or asking anything further, he turned and headed out of the room.
He'd be gone a good handful of minutes... and when he came back, he was crouching somewhat oddly over a mid-sized garbage can as he balanced its weight, picking it up and moving it a foot or two before stepping after it, and picking it up to do it again. At least he was apparently strong enough to not simply drop it each time.
"Hi again! I um... I don't think I saw the soldering thing," he said, uncertain, "But I was looking, and... and I realized, I don't actually know what I'm really looking for." ...So he brought all the scraps. All the bits of wire, of metal, of... was that a broken television or something?
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Date: 2025-05-11 01:21 pm (UTC)From:He'd be gone a good handful of minutes... and when he came back, he was crouching somewhat oddly over a mid-sized garbage can as he balanced its weight, picking it up and moving it a foot or two before stepping after it, and picking it up to do it again. At least he was apparently strong enough to not simply drop it each time.
"Hi again! I um... I don't think I saw the soldering thing," he said, uncertain, "But I was looking, and... and I realized, I don't actually know what I'm really looking for." ...So he brought all the scraps. All the bits of wire, of metal, of... was that a broken television or something?