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[hypertoxic]

[ Man, she'll think the kickass sword is SOOOO 8ADASS if she ever finds out.

Vriska, feeling more or less at her ease, does not pick up on the fact that he's putting effort into the conversation. Sorry dude. ]

Maribelle...

[ For a moment Vriska scrunches up her nose as she tries to connect the name to the person. Eventually: ]

The snooty blond chick? I can see it. Hey! You found it. Nice.

[ Grinning, Vriska will move over to him and snatch the twine from his hands, moving over to the sign. ]

Grab the rocks! Or, uh, I guess if you have like a chisel or an awl or something, that'd be better? We're going to have to carve holes in this thing. It'll be a pain in the ass, but it should be pretty sturdy once we're done!

[satanslash]

[It's upstairs right now because last he checked, ancient flaming demon swords weren't that productive to cooking.]

Snooty? I thought more high strung. Kinda reminded me of my brother. He gets all wound up about shit like that, too. But yeah, that's her.

[As for tools...]

Only thing I've got are knives, and most of them are crap.

[Not having nice sharp kitchen utensils has been such a pain.]

Iiiiii do think I have a hammer upstairs though? Would that help?

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska tilts her head to consider that assessment, and then nods slowly, frowning thoughtfully as she briefly strokes her chin like a nerd. ]

Fair! It's more like she seems so tightly bound by ... uptightness? propriety? that she might snap in half if you so much as breathed on her funny. She's not bad or anything.

[ Vriska directs half a grin at him and shakes her head. ]

Nah. We'll use one of the rocks as a hammer if we need to, let's not ruin a real actual tool in this wasteland joke of a town. Plus, I have this weird feeling like we're going to get lucky and have an easy time of it! Trust me. I know what I'm talking about.

[satanslash]

Uptight. Yeah, that sounds right.

[Nice lady, helped him when he was on his back after falling off a ladder, but definitely needed to find something to relax with.]

Alright, I'll let you take the lead on this then.

[Back outside?]

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska grins at him, broad and wicked sweet. ]

Come on. Bring the sign! I know exactly what to do.

[ She'll grab the rest of the things they need and practically bound outside, full of energy. ]

Here, put it down.

[ Dropping the bag, she'll pull out her "tools." It's pretty clear she pretty much just found these rocks somewhere. ]

I think you should do the honors. It's your sign, after all.

[ She'll smile more kindly, and hold out the sharpened rock. ]

[satanslash]

[She did go to all that trouble to make him a sign, and while they literally just met he trusts she knows what she's doing and not just because she said it. She's gone out of her way to help him this far, after all.

He nodded and set the sign down, looking at the rock curiously before taking it from her.]

Okay... what am I doin'? Might need to show me before I screw somethin' up.