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Ringo Noyamano ([personal profile] soniaroadsqueen) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2015-05-11 04:21 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

It had required moving some furniture around in order to create the space necessary, but Ringo had managed to lay down a big white sheet on the floor and pin its corners with some large boxes. She'd even had boxes left over, and those were stacked near the edge of the area she'd blocked off.

Most of the boxes were open, too, and revealed their contents to be hundreds of tiny different bits of metal. Ringo had asked Ume to send her AT parts, and Ume had delivered in spades. She had enough pieces here to put together dozens pairs. Sometimes, apparently, little sisters were good for something after all!

Of course so many boxes had taken a lot of work to get up to the fifth floor, and she hoped no one had been annoyed as she had painstakingly moved one box at a time from the lobby.

Now Ringo was sitting in the middle of that white sheet, her smile matched by some happy humming as her hands rapidly swapped out small screwdrivers for tiny wrenches and the pile of precisely-machined metal in front of her began to take shape.

Every so often some screw or gear would slip from her fingers, and she'd have to put down what she had so far and find it. Fortunately, the sheet was very, very clean, and practically nothing blended in against it. So soon enough she'd be back to humming and assembling, and she was almost done with the first unit.

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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-12 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Alluka looked at her feet.

"I don't know?" she said, a bit uncertainly. "There's no number on my boots."

Her feet were pretty tiny though, she knew that.
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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-12 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay!" Alluka chirped and carefully set Bubbles on the couch so that she could pick her way around Ringo's metal things without disturbing them.

"Wow!" she said, once she got closer. "You have so many sizes!"
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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-12 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you going to have everyone use them?" Alluka asked, picking up one boot that was obviously way too big for her. She giggled. "Not this one!"
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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-12 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Alluka set the wrong boot down and picked up one that was much closer looking in size and began wriggling her foot into it.

"I want to love it!" she insisted. "But I have to try first!"
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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-12 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Not this one either," Alluka said, giggling as she picked out the boot that was just a bit smaller than the last one to try on.

"But this one works!"
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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-12 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Alluka handed the boot over to Ringo and then knelt to adjust her sock.

Basic pair was probably for the best.

"Yay! I'm so excited!"
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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-12 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Alluka carefully took a seat by Ringo.

"What does each part do?"
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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-13 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
That all seemed like it made some sort of sense, though it also seemed silly to need too many parts. Then again, tea parties were simple too, and they had a lot of pieces as well.

Alluka bobbed her head to show she was (sorta) following along. "And all the littler parts are to hold it all together?"
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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-13 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Alluka giggled.

"It doesn't sound too hard, when you put it this way."
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[personal profile] that_oldsaying 2015-05-13 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because all the little pieces are fiddly?" Alluka asked.

They looked fiddly. Like they were plotting their escape at any moment.