feels a bit like cruel and unjust punishment. it's not. not really, when break was the one to bump into queenie in the first place. the desk she was attempting to get outside (or inside? he wasn't paying the fullest of attention) pretty much shattered upon impact with the ground right out the door of her apartment.
so, here he is. with not a lot to offer, he's sitting in the middle of her living room after being assigned what feels like one of gilbert's guns, only a bit larger. and heavier? not that he makes a habit of carrying them around, brutish as they are.
' oh no, ' he eventually proclaims, after a few minutes of trying to figure out how it works, a board of wood in his other hand. his voice is entirely deadpan. ' i broke it. ' he didn't break it. he did, in fact, just not know to plug the power drill into a socket, so he's just sitting here with the thing in hand, unable to find much use with it.
' maybe we should go have tea instead? '
@thelittleststarr / prompts for starters: diy
