[ Skywarp takes the little paint jars, the little brush, holding them with great care. ]
Thank you I'm certain this will make them very happy... I'll be sure to give them the instructions.
[ The golden mists swirl at his feet, surely a familiar sight to the doctor by now. But... but they stop, fade suddenly and Skywarp is looking to the side. He smiles and points. ]
Actually... Could I take one of those to them as well? I suspect they could do something very clever with it. Very clever indeed.
[ A grouping of little mini figures on Rung's desk, clearly a work in progress since they only had solid color base coats yet. ]
Oh ... well.. if it will help then, by all means. I encourage creative outlits like this so if you think it will do some good...
[ Rung is not sure what is going on in that processor of his but... some how he feels its important beyond mere painting... a instinct of some ... so he'll allow it. ]
[ He smiles and examines them. Look at the little things standing in a row. They are the perfect size. He picks one up. A red one and turns back to Rung turning it in his hand. ]
And this one will do just well. It will.
[ And now once again that fog swirls around him. ]
Hope you have a quiet evening, doctor! I think things might get rowdy sometime soon...
[ And then, before Rung has a chance to say, or ask anything else, he's gone. with a WORP. ]
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Thank you I'm certain this will make them very happy... I'll be sure to give them the instructions.
[ The golden mists swirl at his feet, surely a familiar sight to the doctor by now. But... but they stop, fade suddenly and Skywarp is looking to the side. He smiles and points. ]
Actually... Could I take one of those to them as well? I suspect they could do something very clever with it. Very clever indeed.
[ A grouping of little mini figures on Rung's desk, clearly a work in progress since they only had solid color base coats yet. ]
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[ Rung is not sure what is going on in that processor of his but... some how he feels its important beyond mere painting... a instinct of some ... so he'll allow it. ]
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[ He smiles and examines them. Look at the little things standing in a row. They are the perfect size. He picks one up. A red one and turns back to Rung turning it in his hand. ]
And this one will do just well. It will.
[ And now once again that fog swirls around him. ]
Hope you have a quiet evening, doctor! I think things might get rowdy sometime soon...
[ And then, before Rung has a chance to say, or ask anything else, he's gone. with a WORP. ]