THERE&#x27;S ALWAYS TIME FOR A SONG!

"Tony.~" She chirped with a smile at him, her hand moved up and waved at him.

The clockwork man glanced up from the book he was causally reading though at the kitchen table, peering over at the girl for a moment with a flat expression. “Good morning.” He muttered dismissively, waving his hand slightly at her in return before turning his sights back to his book. “You seem awfully cheerful this morning. What’s the occasion? “

The sketchbook let out a chuckle and nodded lightly. “Almost, be patient! what’s the hurry?” She looked up at him with a sheepish smile before moving the needle in his skin and gently yet a bit quickly pulled it. "If I go any faster It’ll just hurt you more than the wound, Mr. I-Have-No-Time-For-This." She tried her hardest to go quicker, still taking the time to sew his wound gently. She looked back up and him and rose a brow, remembering his earlier remark. “You’re right about me and my emotions…” She stated looking at his wound, just a couple of seconds to pull the last bit and cut off the string and she was done. “I am a ridiculous creature and my emotions will be my downfall…I wouldn’t be surprised on how right you would be on that, my dear, Anthony…” She sighed as she leaned in to bite the string then made a knot and got up, rubbing the small paper, once again on his wound. "My emotions get the best of me a lot, I mean look at what I’ve done to you. If It wasn’t for my emotions, you wouldn’t have lost so much blood. First minute, I’m happy, the next angry, then afraid, and then remorseful." She shook her head as she began putting everything back in their place.

The man winced a little as she tied the knot, then opened his eyes once more with a somewhat relieved sigh. "I don’t understand how any one person can allow that many feelings to thrive inside of them. Then again I suppose you are a being of creativity. I assume emotion is important for such things." he muttered gently, shaking his head somewhat dismissively with a small smile. He brought a hand to his face and pulled it down from his forehead slowly with a quiet groan, feeling a little dizzy still from the blood loss. His eyes trailed out the door to his train or bloody footprints on the flooring tiles. He hadn’t even really noticed just how much he’d lost. "…Well then. Time for tea dear?" He chirped suddenly, glancing back at her with a smile, quickly attempting to change the subject.

She wondered if that’s why she was always so full of emotion and bi polar like, perhaps her entire being was nothing but creativity. It made her feel happy that he said that, now she was full of wonder if that was the answer to the question and perhaps it was. She turned around a small, and sheepish smile was on her pale face, her dark eyes softened and she gave a light nod. “I suppose it is time for tea.” She looked back, seeing his bloody footprints as well, her head immediately turned back and she got a bit close. “Do you need some assistance to move?” She quirked up a brow and moved her hands up, showing that she would be able to help if needed.

Although, she was now questioning why she was being so helpful, it was rather unusual, not just to Tony but to herself as well. Perhaps she was still trying to make it up to him for earlier or perhaps she was just doing it because she felt he would need it. She already knew the answer would be a flat ‘No.’ But she was just making sure if he did.

#quitederanged #Been up to anything intresting lately? ^^

"No I do not need help to move." The man snapped grumpily, pulling a very unamused expression as if she'd just spoken to him like a child. He huffed a little, feeling somewhat patronized, then pulled himself up in one swift movement. As soon as he was standing he suddenly grabbed her shoulders tightly, feeling as if the whole world suddenly started spinning. He gave a quiet groan and lowered his head, clamping his eyes shut for a few moments to try and let the dizzy, nauseous feeling pass. After a few minutes he slowly let her go, standing himself back up to his normal composure and blinking his eyes a few times, placing a hand against his forehead achingly. He then narrowed his eyes at the girl slightly warningly. "Don't even say anything." He grumbled with a slight sigh. Allowing his gaze to stray from her awkwardly. "...Okay dokay come along now." He muttered, pretending that it had never happened and forcing a grin, wandering back out into the kitchen, one hand on the wall to keep himself upright as he walked, just feeling a tad off balance.

"Tony.~" She chirped with a smile at him, her hand moved up and waved at him.

The clockwork man glanced up from the book he was causally reading though at the kitchen table, peering over at the girl for a moment with a flat expression. “Good morning.” He muttered dismissively, waving his hand slightly at her in return before turning his sights back to his book. “You seem awfully cheerful this morning. What’s the occasion? “

"Not in this condition, you need to wait for this wound to heal." She spoke softly, she looked up at him and then back down at his wound, it was almost done and perhaps it would be less painful for him if she would talk to him, but her feeling of disappointment in herself made her not want to. "And don’t whine about me apologizing alright? I’m being very sincere right now, I feel like absolute garbage after what I did, How childish can I be!" She furrowed her brows and shook her head slightly.

She felt nothing but remorse and regret, there was nothing that he could say that would ever change her mind, she should have been a bigger person and not reacted to his insults, she should had just let him speak and waste his breath, but she was so childish, extremely childish. "And the reason I’m helping is because I’m making up for my actions and the fact that I need to other wise you’re just going to bleed everywhere…How are you holding up so far…?" She looked up, a big frown on her lips and her dark eyes were filled with tears.

"Oh it’s only a flesh wound dear notepad. Do stop fussing won’t you. I’ll be fine." The man mumbled, still keeping his eyes clenched shut as he spoke, but his tone of voice softening. "Anyway…Where’s the fun in things if no-one acts childish from time to time, hmm?" He stated gently after a moment, opening his eyes a little to glance at her for a moment, a small smirk on his lips as he spoke, his eyes softening a little as he looked at her. He lifted his other gloved hand, the one not stained with oily blood, and gently rubbed the tears from one of her eyes with his thumb. "…You are a ridiculous creature you know. Your emotions will some day be your downfall dear." He muttered. The man quickly glanced down at her hands as she continued to stitch, almost finishing. He looked back up quickly and clamped his eyes shut once more, paling just a little. "Oh for goodness… Are you quite finished with that yet?" He urged, tapping his fingers on the counter uncomfortably with one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger with the other, trying to concentrate and ignore it.

The sketchbook let out a chuckle and nodded lightly. “Almost, be patient! what’s the hurry?” She looked up at him with a sheepish smile before moving the needle in his skin and gently yet a bit quickly pulled it. "If I go any faster It’ll just hurt you more than the wound, Mr. I-Have-No-Time-For-This." She tried her hardest to go quicker, still taking the time to sew his wound gently. She looked back up and him and rose a brow, remembering his earlier remark. “You’re right about me and my emotions…” She stated looking at his wound, just a couple of seconds to pull the last bit and cut off the string and she was done. “I am a ridiculous creature and my emotions will be my downfall…I wouldn’t be surprised on how right you would be on that, my dear, Anthony…” She sighed as she leaned in to bite the string then made a knot and got up, rubbing the small paper, once again on his wound. "My emotions get the best of me a lot, I mean look at what I’ve done to you. If It wasn’t for my emotions, you wouldn’t have lost so much blood. First minute, I’m happy, the next angry, then afraid, and then remorseful." She shook her head as she began putting everything back in their place.

#quitederanged #Good good ^^#Yes I am good to. Ahaha

The man winced a little as she tied the knot, then opened his eyes once more with a somewhat relieved sigh. "I don’t understand how any one person can allow that many feelings to thrive inside of them. Then again I suppose you are a being of creativity. I assume emotion is important for such things." he muttered gently, shaking his head somewhat dismissively with a small smile. He brought a hand to his face and pulled it down from his forehead slowly with a quiet groan, feeling a little dizzy still from the blood loss. His eyes trailed out the door to his train or bloody footprints on the flooring tiles. He hadn’t even really noticed just how much he’d lost. "…Well then. Time for tea dear?" He chirped suddenly, glancing back at her with a smile, quickly attempting to change the subject.

"Tony.~" She chirped with a smile at him, her hand moved up and waved at him.

The clockwork man glanced up from the book he was causally reading though at the kitchen table, peering over at the girl for a moment with a flat expression. “Good morning.” He muttered dismissively, waving his hand slightly at her in return before turning his sights back to his book. “You seem awfully cheerful this morning. What’s the occasion? “

"I’m sorry!" She sobbed as she pressed them in, her small, thin, inky fingers checking the wound. She gave out a sight of relief and smiled sheepishly, her finger immediately moved out, blood was stuck on her fingers and it was thick. "Okay, Okay…No vital organs were hit, you’re going to be fine…" She stood up and moved over at the kit, she brought out a needle and thread along with a small piece of paper damp with saline solution, she moved it near the wound and gently wiped it clean.

"If you feel any pain, feel free to grab and squeeze my shoulders." She said calmly as she immediately place the thread into the needle hole and brought it close. "Ready…?" Paige looked up at him with a grimacing look before the needle moved into his skin slowly and pulled it gently. She felt so sick having to do that for a while, her stomach churned and growled as if her body was hungry but she felt awful, disgusted, ashamed, it was all her fault and she was the one to blame for Tony getting injured and feeling awful about what he had done. There was nothing else to do but finish up, but it needed time, if she sped up closing his wound it would hurt him a lot more than the wound itself, although it would make him suffer less but everything needs a little patients. Paige repeated the process, move the needle in, pulling it gently and letting the thread close the wound slowly.

"Y-ou need to s-top apologizing for things. It’s annoying." The man grumbled, his voice a little forced as she started to sew him up. He lifted a gloved hand to his mouth to try to wipe away some of the blood spilling from it. Then discreetly biting the back of his hand as he did so to try and distract himself from the pain of the needle and thread on his already sore wound. Taking a few deep breaths and trying to pretend it didn’t bother him. "…I don’t understand why you’re helping me. Wouldn’t you rather punch my face in. I hardly deserve your assistance if anything." he muttered lowly, closing his eyes tightly and trying to block out what she was doing. He would hardly admit it but watching her sew him up was making him feel a little nauseous. "I…I suppose…if you’d like…I could perhaps try again to teach you how to dance. Maybe except this time without the attitude. I suppose I owe you that much at least…" He mumbled quietly under his breath.

"Not in this condition, you need to wait for this wound to heal." She spoke softly, she looked up at him and then back down at his wound, it was almost done and perhaps it would be less painful for him if she would talk to him, but her feeling of disappointment in herself made her not want to. "And don’t whine about me apologizing alright? I’m being very sincere right now, I feel like absolute garbage after what I did, How childish can I be!" She furrowed her brows and shook her head slightly.

She felt nothing but remorse and regret, there was nothing that he could say that would ever change her mind, she should have been a bigger person and not reacted to his insults, she should had just let him speak and waste his breath, but she was so childish, extremely childish. "And the reason I’m helping is because I’m making up for my actions and the fact that I need to other wise you’re just going to bleed everywhere…How are you holding up so far…?" She looked up, a big frown on her lips and her dark eyes were filled with tears.

#quitederanged #It has been a while. How have you been? ^^

"Oh it’s only a flesh wound dear notepad. Do stop fussing won’t you. I’ll be fine." The man mumbled, still keeping his eyes clenched shut as he spoke, but his tone of voice softening. "Anyway…Where’s the fun in things if no-one acts childish from time to time, hmm?" He stated gently after a moment, opening his eyes a little to glance at her for a moment, a small smirk on his lips as he spoke, his eyes softening a little as he looked at her. He lifted his other gloved hand, the one not stained with oily blood, and gently rubbed the tears from one of her eyes with his thumb. "…You are a ridiculous creature you know. Your emotions will some day be your downfall dear." He muttered. The man quickly glanced down at her hands as she continued to stitch, almost finishing. He looked back up quickly and clamped his eyes shut once more, paling just a little. "Oh for goodness… Are you quite finished with that yet?" He urged, tapping his fingers on the counter uncomfortably with one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger with the other, trying to concentrate and ignore it.

"Tony.~" She chirped with a smile at him, her hand moved up and waved at him.

The clockwork man glanced up from the book he was causally reading though at the kitchen table, peering over at the girl for a moment with a flat expression. “Good morning.” He muttered dismissively, waving his hand slightly at her in return before turning his sights back to his book. “You seem awfully cheerful this morning. What’s the occasion? “

"I’m sorry!" She sobbed as she pressed them in, her small, thin, inky fingers checking the wound. She gave out a sight of relief and smiled sheepishly, her finger immediately moved out, blood was stuck on her fingers and it was thick. "Okay, Okay…No vital organs were hit, you’re going to be fine…" She stood up and moved over at the kit, she brought out a needle and thread along with a small piece of paper damp with saline solution, she moved it near the wound and gently wiped it clean.

"If you feel any pain, feel free to grab and squeeze my shoulders." She said calmly as she immediately place the thread into the needle hole and brought it close. "Ready…?" Paige looked up at him with a grimacing look before the needle moved into his skin slowly and pulled it gently. She felt so sick having to do that for a while, her stomach churned and growled as if her body was hungry but she felt awful, disgusted, ashamed, it was all her fault and she was the one to blame for Tony getting injured and feeling awful about what he had done. There was nothing else to do but finish up, but it needed time, if she sped up closing his wound it would hurt him a lot more than the wound itself, although it would make him suffer less but everything needs a little patients. Paige repeated the process, move the needle in, pulling it gently and letting the thread close the wound slowly.

#quitederanged #no no it's fine! ^^#I'm sorry for my short reply ahahaha

"Y-ou need to s-top apologizing for things. It's annoying." The man grumbled, his voice a little forced as she started to sew him up. He lifted a gloved hand to his mouth to try to wipe away some of the blood spilling from it. Then discreetly biting the back of his hand as he did so to try and distract himself from the pain of the needle and thread on his already sore wound. Taking a few deep breaths and trying to pretend it didn't bother him. "...I don't understand why you're helping me. Wouldn't you rather punch my face in. I hardly deserve your assistance if anything." he muttered lowly, closing his eyes tightly and trying to block out what she was doing. He would hardly admit it but watching her sew him up was making him feel a little nauseous. "I...I suppose...if you'd like...I could perhaps try again to teach you how to dance. Maybe except this time without the attitude. I suppose I owe you that much at least..." He mumbled quietly under his breath.

Why hello Tony~ *she smiled* what brings you to my realm?

"I was just on my way to treat the puppets quite vile. So I thought i’d stop by, it has been quite a while" The man sang chirpily, fixing his bow tie and smiling back at her in greeting.

*she smiled* ah the kids now days are so dull, so dumb. Technology ruining the life, the fun. Imagination lacks because they won’t take the time they rather have success handed to them oh how they bitch and whine! I hope you teach them good and well because the time they waste is utter hell! They won’t get creative they just sit there all day seeing their life rot away!……and….if imagination continues to lack…I might die and never come back…

"Well then dear, maybe you should tag along. We can both go and terrorize them through the magic of song. If one object gives them nightmares, imagine their reaction given two. They’ll never forget our lessons, then I’ll continue to live on and so will you.” He sang back in return eccentrically, grinning at her mischievously and offering her his hand.

*Her sad face grew a confident smile as tony asked her to join him in a teaching. She liked the idea. If anything were a chance to save her life then she would jump on it immediately* yes~ I’d love you join you. *she grinned as she took his hand*

"How positively splendid.Everything is more fun with two you know. Now then dear, time is wasting, so come on it's time to go!" He grinned manically, Gently taking her hand and leading her away towards the puppets residence.

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(I think I'm up to date with all my RPs now except one, which I'll get to as soon as I've posted this text post. o-o Just waiting on replys. If I've forgotten anyone then I am so so so so so sorry and you should message me and be all like "Yo you forgot our rp." And I'll be all like "OhgodIamsorry I'll get back to it right this second and throw hugs and smily faces at you for the next two hours.". And then proceed to live up to that. I just keep forgetting threads. it's not because I don't want to do them, I love them all. i just loose them and forget and miss replys and just...QAQ. Other than that, (since there doesn't seem to be a lot of activity on my dash right now and I have an evening away from coursework), If I were to do another art stream, would anyone be interested in watching? *cricket sounds* ... Anyway. Mun is here. if anyone needs anything my ask is always open. Thanks duckies.)

#OOC #Ollo friends.

Why hello Tony~ *she smiled* what brings you to my realm?

"I was just on my way to treat the puppets quite vile. So I thought i’d stop by, it has been quite a while" The man sang chirpily, fixing his bow tie and smiling back at her in greeting.

Treat the puppets? *she grinned* oh do tell. what do you have planned for them today~?

"Oh you know, songs, lessons and blood. Nothing much new." The man muttered tunefully, waving his hand slightly in dismissal. "Have you got anything planned dear, what about you?"

*she clasped her hands together and smiled* oh how wonderful~! *she said happily* you’re such a thoughtful clock to teach these puppets a valuable lesson about time~

"Oh yes, well you know, they have so much to learn. Shame they’re so stubborn, I have to always be firm. They never seem to understand, though I make my points quite clear. I feel the only way to teach, is to teach through songs and fear." He sang cheerfully in return.

*she smiled* ah the kids now days are so dull, so dumb. Technology ruining the life, the fun. Imagination lacks because they won’t take the time they rather have success handed to them oh how they bitch and whine! I hope you teach them good and well because the time they waste is utter hell! They won’t get creative they just sit there all day seeing their life rot away!……and….if imagination continues to lack…I might die and never come back…

#kimithesketchpad #No I cannot live up to your amazing rhyming skills!!!

"Well then dear, maybe you should tag along. We can both go and terrorize them through the magic of song. If one object gives them nightmares, imagine their reaction given two. They'll never forget our lessons, then I'll continue to live on and so will you." He sang back in return eccentrically, grinning at her mischievously and offering her his hand.

"Tony.~" She chirped with a smile at him, her hand moved up and waved at him.

The clockwork man glanced up from the book he was causally reading though at the kitchen table, peering over at the girl for a moment with a flat expression. “Good morning.” He muttered dismissively, waving his hand slightly at her in return before turning his sights back to his book. “You seem awfully cheerful this morning. What’s the occasion? “

She walked in and watched him go through the drawers, she looked to the side, making a face, she arched her brows and chewed at the side of her lower lip, she walked over to him. She stood behind him and place her hand on his wound, she let out a sigh and grabbed his arm gently, pulling him to the bathroom. “Sit down…I’ll take care of it, I did it and it’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have gotten angry over what you said, it was a childish action and you’re paying the price for it.” She grimaced, she moved over to the closet in the bathroom and pulled out the First Aid kit the three puppets had in their home, she brought it out and set it on the counter of the sink, she looked over at him, and opened his coat, then looked at it through his thin, red, dress shirt, She made a face and shook her head.

"I’m sorry I have to do this, but it’s a must…alright…?" She closed her eyes and gave out a shaky sigh, she gently pressed her finger in, the wound was big enough for her finger to fit, probably because she had stabbed him twice. "I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I just have to check if any of your organs were injured…"

#quitederanged #Ahh late again. I am so sorry. ;-;#How have you been friend? ^^

The man groaned as she pulled him away and began to deal with him. “I don’t require your help, I’ll have you know I’m perfectly able of dealing with this myself.” He grumbled irritably. Though he didn’t push her away or fight against it, just allowed her to pull him about and do as she was doing. "…And stop apologizing. We were in a battle. You’re supposed to stab your opponent in a battle. You don’t apologize for stabbing someone in a battle." He added in a grumpy fashion as she opened his jacket to reveal the wound. "…I suppose chopping off a piece of your hair was taking it a little far though. For that perhaps I do owe you an apology. My making a mockery of your dance skills was also a little uncalled for I admit. That is not the way a gentleman should act during a dance." He mumbled under his breath, his expression softening a little as he looked at her with an apologetic frown. "Although, you are quite the- AHHHGH!" He cried out suddenly as she pushed her fingers into the hole in his side, grabbing her shoulders tightly and lowering his head, shaking a little from the sudden unexpected sharp pain. "Stopstopstopstop! Get your inky fingers out of me!" He choked out threateningly as black oily blood dripped violently from his mouth.

Melody smiled softly and set the clothes on her dresser. “Here.” She walked over and took the sheet andlaid the corners where they were meant to go. It seemed easy for her how she quickly found the corners and fixed the problem. Then Melody shrugged, grabbing the blanket. “I had to get away from it all… my brother left for the army, my aunt was more concerned with trying to get my fathers left behind money and my grandma was fighting with her because she wanted custody of me. That’s when I turned the age to move out and I did. I’ve been living here now for.. a year? Yeah a year I’m sure.” Melodybit her lip. “It was truly too much stress and drama that wasnt needed. I was just a small child trying to cope with my parents death. I didnt need my aunts greed and my grandmothers anger. I have friends. I just havent known them as long. But there is this one very nice girl that I have know since kindergarten and we talk almost everyday. She is on a vacation right now though. She is actually coming back this weekend.” Melody smiled. “I just dont like unwanted drama and stress…things that aren’t needed you know?” She looked at Tony.

The man frowned at her sulkily as she took the sheet from him and corrected it her self so easily, giving her a ‘I could have done that’ type glare. Though his expression softened as she started to talk again. The poor young human really had been through a lot. "…Understandable I suppose. I can understand why situations such as that could put one off of living with others. However I don’t doubt it’s still difficult. I sympathize with you." He muttered quite flatly as he pulled himself to stand up again, picking up the pillow case and neatly placing it over the pillow. At least he could do that much.

Melody slowly nodded. “Well, life is always difficult, but it’s not as bad as it was when I lived with my aunt.” She smiled at Tony. “I’m glad I have company now..” She smiled and turned around, taking the folded clothing and putting them in the right drawers. She then sighed and rubbed her forehead while she leaned against the drawer. “We should get out of the house.” She said after a few minutes of standing in silence.

#a-song-for-the-stars #Ahh sorry I took so long to reply friend. QAQ

"...Out of the house? Our of the house where? That wasn't in your poorly created schedule." The man huffed, lowering his eyebrows at her disapprovingly. Though he did like the idea of getting out of the house. It felt too homely and cozy here, it made him a little uncomfortable. There was no-one to terrorize.

(Ollo friends. I said I was gonna come back and do stuff and then I got sick for days and I just haven't felt like replying. Too headachy to come up with anything good to say. Hahaha. I'm still a little rough but Imma try o get back to things more regularly. Sorry for the delays everyone. Thanks for being patient with me. Got lots of arts to upload at some point too. Heheh. ^^ How has everyone been?)

#ooc #ollo friends mun is back again.

Melody collected all laundry and put them in the washer. She started the washer and sighed, taking the things from the dryer and putting it into a basket. She then walked to the livingroom and set the basket down, beginning to fold her clothing. Once she was done she headed up to her room and walked inside, seeing Tony made her smile. “Hey! Are you having any trouble?” Her arms full of perfectly folded clothing.

The man was half tangled up in the mess of bed sheets, sitting on the ground and trying to find the corners inside the masses of material. Apparently it hadn’t been quiet as easy to figure out as he’d expected. Not that it mattered much to him, he was sure he’d figure it out one way or another. He stopped trying to untangle the mess for a moment and looked up at the girl for a moment as she came in,deciding not to acknowledge her question, too deep in thought about all of the pictures and memorys that seemed to reside around her bedroom. "…Why do you live by yourself?" He asked carefully after a few moments, then turning his attention back to tangling himself up trying to find the inner corners of the sheet, his gaze residing on the material dismissively as he continued to speak. "…Even without family, you must have friends or peers or some sort of relations? You’re so young for a human. Doesn’t living by yourself get difficult? ".

Melody smiled softly and set the clothes on her dresser. “Here.” She walked over and took the sheet andlaid the corners where they were meant to go. It seemed easy for her how she quickly found the corners and fixed the problem. Then Melody shrugged, grabbing the blanket. “I had to get away from it all… my brother left for the army, my aunt was more concerned with trying to get my fathers left behind money and my grandma was fighting with her because she wanted custody of me. That’s when I turned the age to move out and I did. I’ve been living here now for.. a year? Yeah a year I’m sure.” Melodybit her lip. “It was truly too much stress and drama that wasnt needed. I was just a small child trying to cope with my parents death. I didnt need my aunts greed and my grandmothers anger. I have friends. I just havent known them as long. But there is this one very nice girl that I have know since kindergarten and we talk almost everyday. She is on a vacation right now though. She is actually coming back this weekend.” Melody smiled. “I just dont like unwanted drama and stress…things that aren’t needed you know?” She looked at Tony.

The man frowned at her sulkily as she took the sheet from him and corrected it her self so easily, giving her a 'I could have done that' type glare. Though his expression softened as she started to talk again. The poor young human really had been through a lot. "...Understandable I suppose. I can understand why situations such as that could put one off of living with others. However I don't doubt it's still difficult. I sympathize with you." He muttered quite flatly as he pulled himself to stand up again, picking up the pillow case and neatly placing it over the pillow. At least he could do that much.

#a-song-for-the-stars

(I cannot reply to comments it won't let me do that I am so sorry. (ノºДº)ノ )

#ooc

Hey Tony~! Wanna get Creative with me~? ;)

"There's not TIME for that my dear."

Melody collected all laundry and put them in the washer. She started the washer and sighed, taking the things from the dryer and putting it into a basket. She then walked to the livingroom and set the basket down, beginning to fold her clothing. Once she was done she headed up to her room and walked inside, seeing Tony made her smile. “Hey! Are you having any trouble?” Her arms full of perfectly folded clothing.

#a-song-for-the-stars #Hi friend! ^^

The man was half tangled up in the mess of bed sheets, sitting on the ground and trying to find the corners inside the masses of material. Apparently it hadn't been quiet as easy to figure out as he'd expected. Not that it mattered much to him, he was sure he'd figure it out one way or another. He stopped trying to untangle the mess for a moment and looked up at the girl for a moment as she came in,deciding not to acknowledge her question, too deep in thought about all of the pictures and memorys that seemed to reside around her bedroom. "...Why do you live by yourself?" He asked carefully after a few moments, then turning his attention back to tangling himself up trying to find the inner corners of the sheet, his gaze residing on the material dismissively as he continued to speak. "...Even without family, you must have friends or peers or some sort of relations? You're so young for a human. Doesn't living by yourself get difficult? ".

*looks up at him* Hello there.

He looks down at her."....Greetings."

"Tony.~" She chirped with a smile at him, her hand moved up and waved at him.

The clockwork man glanced up from the book he was causally reading though at the kitchen table, peering over at the girl for a moment with a flat expression. “Good morning.” He muttered dismissively, waving his hand slightly at her in return before turning his sights back to his book. “You seem awfully cheerful this morning. What’s the occasion? “

The pale woman’s dark eyes looked over to see his figure move out, she stared at the door for a few minutes making sure it wasn’t just one of tricks, she gave out a sigh of relief and looked down at the floor, a few droplets of blood were smeared about and had prints that resembled the sole of his shoes, she looked over at the entrance and grimaced, feeling so guilty about stabbing him in the same spot with out a single warning, she sighed again and shook her head, her dark, inky hand slightly hit the side of her head. "Stupid…How rude and childish of yourself to do such a thing…You know better, especially when fighting…" She said to herself, her hands grabbing at her head and her colorful pastel hair.

She walked out slowly, her hand grabbing onto her arm, as soon as she left the room, she felt the air and ambiance fill with nothing but…pain and remorse, or perhaps it was just her guilty conscious for stabbing the poor clock man when he least expected it, but then again, he deserved it, so why did she feel so …awful about it? Was it possible that the way the man reacted and the words he spoke, the tone in his voice, the way he described to her, her actions, it could have just been a ruse for him to make her upset, soften her and then attack her when she least expected it?

No, no. Certainly not! He wouldn’t do such a thing! He’s not that low… Paige thought to herself, making a face and shaking her head at the thought that could have possibly been right, she felt doubtful about such a thing, he was a gentleman for Pete’s sake! He would know better not to do such a thing! She felt so biased about her thought and about him, she didn’t know what to believe, whether if she were to believe her conscious or him.