Must Be a Tuesday

[immadinosaur]

[Rob was chilling in his room, reading the comics from the newspaper. Sipping on his black coffee. There was a scrambled pile of notes on the end table next to him as lounged in his comfy chair. Giving a slight chuckle at one of the panels from "The Peanuts"]

Oh Snoopy, you're one crazy dog.

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[trademark_skull]

[Thud.]

[Another thud.]

[It.. sounds like things were getting thrown out, outside of Critic's closet. Hm..]

[immadinosaur]

[Glancing up, he blinked, hearing the thud, then giving a shrug. Then soon another thud... Odd. Then a few other noises got Rob to stand up from his seat as he made his way to Critic's room and opened the door.]

Uhhh... Interesting redecorating tactic you got going there, not sure if it's effective though.

[trademark_skull]

[There was a nice pile of all the things Emizel had collected over the time he's been staying there. He doesn't even bother looking over his shoulder, he just digs around for anything more he had missed.]

I'm not redecorating, I'm leaving.

[immadinosaur]

Leaving?

[Rob folds his arms as he leaned against the door frame.]

Why's that exactly?

[trademark_skull]

There's really nothing much else left for me here. I wasted enough of my time as it is.

So I'm going home.

[immadinosaur]

I see...

[Adjusting his hat as he adjusted himself against the door frame.]

Does Critic know you're leaving?

[trademark_skull]

No.

He'll find out eventually.

[immadinosaur]

[Tilting his head.]

You know, you should at least leave a note.

I mean it's the polite thing to do.

Plus he might out on another stupid adventure if he gets worried enough. You know, cause he's an idiot and might do something like that.

[trademark_skull]

Fine, I'll leave a note.

[immadinosaur]

Need some pencil and paper?

I got a couple you can use in my room if you need it.

[trademark_skull]

Sure, if you have any.

[immadinosaur]

Follow me.

[Rob goes to his room and collects a pad of paper and pencil for Emizel before presenting it to him.]

Here ya go. Do you know what you should write?

[trademark_skull]

[Wow, this is pretty damn convenient]

I think I sort of have an idea.

[immadinosaur]

Alright, give it to me after you're done writing it and I'll see if it's good.

[Rob walked over and sat back down opening his newspaper up to the comics. Sipping his coffee.]

[trademark_skull]

[Wrote down a couple of words. It was kind of weird doing this with somebody else in the room... especially when said person was just so chilled about him doing this.]

You're.. sure taking this awfully well.

[immadinosaur]

[Not even glancing up from his newspaper as he spoke.]

Well, I know you can take care of yourself just fine. I'm not too worried about that.

I think my main concern if I had one is probably how Critic is gonna take it.

[Looks back up briefly.]

Kinda my job, looking after my little brother.

[trademark_skull]

[Huffs, writewritewrite]

He must be a handful, even for you.

[immadinosaur]

He always is.

[Nods his head to the closet with a smirk.]

Which is why I always have that handy dandy duct tape around to keep him place.

The occasional smack with a ruler on the top of his head does him some good too.

[trademark_skull]

[... Well.]

Really.

Could you show me how to do that?

[immadinosaur]

[Snickers.]

Sure, but I have to be there to instruct you.

The key is to make sure to get him completely tied down so he won't have a chance to defend himself~

[trademark_skull]

Ooooo, I wanna see this.

[immadinosaur]

Certainly~

Wanna wait with me till he comes home and watch how it gets done~

[Twirls a sudden frying pan in his hand and a most devious smirk.]

[trademark_skull]

I guess I don't need to leave right away..

[Oh man this is gonna be amazing ;w;]

[immadinosaur]

Of course, of course. Alright follow me.

[Gives Emizel a frying pan.]

It's dangerous to go without a blunt weapon, take this.