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[notsolegal]

[After having had a rather... interesting ten days of it himself with the bodyswap, Clive is firmly back in his own body. He's also out in the lobby, in front of a table littered with blueprints and little components, slowly putting things together. He's started to work on making some toys, like he discussed with Dimitri.

He'll welcome any conversation though, so come interrupt?]

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[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

Good, okay. I don't want you to think otherwise. I'd feel too embarrassed.

[notsolegal]

Heh. No. It's cute, seriously. You're cute, Dimitri.

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

I'm cute? You realize I'm like twice as old as you. I suppose the adjective seems a little off to me.

[notsolegal]

Still true, though.

[He considers.]

...could I have that? I'd like to show Hershel.

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

Yeah of course.

[He rips it out if his book and hands it too him.]

Its funny how many people have been interested in my doodles here.

[notsolegal]

I'm more surprised at the idea that people aren't interested otherwise. You're really good, Dimitri.

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs with a smile]

Thanks. You know, your blueprint doodles aren't that bad at all. You could be an artist, you know.

[notsolegal]

Ehh, well... there's a difference between blueprints and actual art, though.

[timesugarcoated.livejournal.com]

Then why don't you try art? It's not hard.