Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 5, 2013 21:58:59 GMT -5
Teemo snaps out of his mumbling for a minute, staring at Rumble for a moment before nodding and smirking unhappily.
"She's a very good friend... and a very good listener. I can see why you like her so much..."
His voice trailed off as he spoke, his tone becoming slightly more bitter until eventually emphasizing the end of his sentence with a sigh. Quickly he shakes his head and grumbles, trying to appear happier.
"Oh well. I guess life just sucks sometimes. Doesn't mean that when things get down we should give up. So... sorry for being a downer lately. I guess disappointment is something I haven't had to deal with much before. Oh... and... thank you."
He leans over and gives Rumble a warm hug, his fur mostly dry by now and sticking out in awkward directions, the scrape on his chin dried up.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 5, 2013 22:43:46 GMT -5
Rumble doesn't return the hug. Actually, Rumble's more likely to kick Teemo off than hug him, but in this circumstance, he simply lets Teemo hug him. Rumble sighs, still not moving from his bed.
"Yeah, life sucks, but sometimes there's nothing you can do and ya just gotta deal with it. Giving up certainly isn't the way to go, and it's good that ya realized that."
Rumble turns a little bit, resting his ear on the pillow. He chuckles and pokes Teemo on the forehead. "Now get offa me and put on some clothes, bud."
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 5, 2013 23:01:46 GMT -5
Teemo breathes out gently, inadvertently nuzzling Rumble's chin. He was holding the mechanic quite warmly, seeming like he was in a dream-like state.
"Mmm... fine. I'll get a good hug one of these days, though."
He sighs and slips off of the bed, readjusting his blanket and walking to the door. Before opening it he pauses and turns around, looking at Rumble questionably with a hint of worry.
"Rumble... do you really believe I'll get better... maybe even find someone?"
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 5, 2013 23:17:41 GMT -5
Rumble puts both of his hands behind his head and chuckles. He turns his head and smirks at Teemo. "Heh... Depends on the guy or gal you're going after. If ya try hard enough, though.... well, that's a story time will tell."
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 5, 2013 23:27:32 GMT -5
Teemo's expression becomes slightly more determined and he nods confidently to Rumble, slipping out the door and heading back up the ladder down the hall. In the attic, he washes the blood out of his fur and then quickly rinses it all, combing it this time with his fingers so it doesn't become such a mess. He then puts the blanket back down on the bed and slips his pants on, thinking about what Rumble told him. Laying back and twiddling his thumbs, the scout continues to think as the moonlight shines down on his face.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 5, 2013 23:51:03 GMT -5
Rumble sighs and starts thinking to himself. He pulls out the letter from his pocket and reads over it several times. Rumble sighs again and pockets the letter, then he rolls over to the edge of the bed. He picks up his backpack and unzips it. Rumble reaches down the backpack and pulls out something metallic and shiny.
It's the metallic rose he constructed back at his workshop.
Rumble stares at the rose for a few seconds, repeatedly pushing the button to make the rose shrink and bloom several times. He then puts the rose back in his backpack and zips up the bag. Rumble drops the bag next to the bed and rolls back to the center of the bed. He continues to think and wait for Teemo to come back.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 6, 2013 0:02:38 GMT -5
After a while of thinking, Teemo sighs and sits up. He couldn't sleep, his mind still buzzing. For a moment his nose twitches as he catches a delightful scent from somewhere, and after a little scanning he sees the honey-glazed biscuits still sitting on the nearby box. A few thoughts come to mind, but eventually he settles on one and picks up the biscuits, moving back towards the ladder. The scout climbs down, only to be faced with the barkeep woman. He smiles at her and nods.
"Oh, hello. I forgot to mention I finished and got it all cleaned up. You can have your tub back whenever you like."
She thanks him and turns back the way she came, Teemo following suit for a little while until stopping outside Rumble's door. He glances down at the plate of two biscuits in his hand for a second before knocking and taking a deep breath.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 6, 2013 8:50:20 GMT -5
Teemo opens the door slowly when Rumble calls, not making eye contact as he steps in and closes the door behind him. As he makes his way over to the bedside he does his best to keep up a happy, calm expression. The smell of honey starts to fill the air of the room as Teemo sits down, holding the plate out to Rumble.
"I... thought it would be nice to talk a little more. About other stuff. I think talking is what keeps me from going insane... Want a biscuit?"
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 7, 2013 0:03:17 GMT -5
Rumble sits up on the bed, the back pain now getting much better. He sniffs the air and looks at the biscuits. Rumble snatches a biscuit and starts eating it rather quickly. He then turns towards Teemo while holding a half-eating biscuit in his right hand.
"Sure, we can talk, bud. Whaddya wanna chit-chat about?"
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 7, 2013 7:42:14 GMT -5
Teemo pulls the plate back, staring down at it solemnly.
"I'm not sure... just anything I guess. What it's like spending every day at Bandle. What you like to do outside the junkyard... or in it, too I guess. I don't really know much about what a 'normal' yordle does here. The missions kind of... kept me away from home."
Post by heimerdinger on Jan 7, 2013 9:05:50 GMT -5
Heimerdinger entered the inn carrying a suitcase. He approached the counter, looking towards the barmaid. Sadly, the inn was quite noisy so talking to her proved to be a difficult task.
"Excu- excuse me? Miss? I am searching for the Swift Scout. No, not "Slippy Stout" . The Swift Scout. Heimerdinger made sure to pronounce these words slow- and clearly The league champion? Carries a blow dart, drops fungi around? Yes, that one. It has come to my attention that he frequents this establishment. Upstairs, you say? Most formidable. Appreciated."
The Inventor then headed towards the stairs and followed them up, firmly gripping his suitcase's handle.
After arriving upstairs, he looked around and called for him."Swift Scout? Teemo? Do you happen to find yourself in my vecinity?"
Last Edit: Jan 7, 2013 9:07:21 GMT -5 by heimerdinger
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 7, 2013 21:21:39 GMT -5
Rumble shrugs. "Hmm. I ain't exactly a normal yordle, heh heh heh, but what I can tell you is-" At that point, Rumble's ears picked up Heimerdinger's voice. His left eye twitched twice and his frown suddenly expanded greatly. There was a short pause, then Rumble broke the silence.
"Hold on."
He hops down from the bed and walks- well, more like marches towards the door with footsteps forceful enough to probably shake the chandelier downstairs. Rumble was inwardly hoping that his ears were wrong and that the voice he picked up was not his most despised enemy.
He opens the door to find himself facing directly with the professor.
For the first time in many years, Rumble silently curses himself for being right.
"What are you doing here," Rumble states, with a tone that sounds more like a command rather than a question.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 7, 2013 21:26:16 GMT -5
Teemo's ears droop as Rumble cuts himself off, only moments later being filled with fear as he too hears the professor's voice. Obediently, he remains silent and watches Rumble go to the door, extending a hand longingly in his direction. He knew he wasn't going to enjoy what was about to follow.
Post by heimerdinger on Jan 8, 2013 2:01:45 GMT -5
Heimerdinger turned to face Rumble with a frown on his face and a firmly gripped wrench on his hand. "I came to do that thing you have never done." He pointed at Rumble with the wrench. "Science"
He rested the orange wrench on his shoulder, as if it were a weapon. "Now begone, you filthy junkyard robber. I happen to be looking for Teemo."
Last Edit: Jan 8, 2013 2:02:52 GMT -5 by heimerdinger
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