Post by fullofbones on May 1, 2020 23:01:55 GMT -5
Exon has taken to floating as high as he can off the ground ever since he decided that trying to jump was hard, but his quiet mode of travel just doesn't seem to be enough to keep the stranger from noticing him. Sh*t.
She isn't much larger than he is, but her colors and general looks far outstrip his own newborn appearance- he doesn't feel self-conscious about it per se, but it feels strange to be looking at something so like him, yet so different. How does she have arms like that? Other bloblings can grow?
His lack of experience in things is evident by the politely disgruntled and confused look on his face,
'...i'm... sorry?" How is he supposed to respond to that? Sure, he feels kind of bad, but that doesn't mean he's any good at comforting others- all Exon offers up is a wobble. That's his best approximation of a shrug so far, and he thinks it gets the point across pretty well.
"...Couldn't you just use a stool if you're too small? Or enlist help? Hell, make the blobs you're building for assist, not everything's gotta be a charity event. Stop crying over yourself about shit you can change, and do something about it. I'm not your nanny." His words are harsh, but ultimately kind of true- taking on building houses all by yourself is a monumental task, and one that doesn't even need to be that way.
"Make a builder's organization if you're that worried about homeless things." With that blunt parting remark, Exon turns around- and... picks up the wooden plank his mouth the best he can. With the way he spoke, it sounded like he was simply going to leave her to cry it out on her own, but he quickly sets into the task of making a system of steps and perches to reach the proper height, dragging the plank she was struggling with along beside him all the while, regardless of the fact that he's practically a newborn, unshaped by the world as of yet.
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