Tinker Toy let out a desperate noise as he nearly tripped his way out of his room. His hooves entangled in yet another set of train tracks. "Ugh!" He kicked them back into the mess his room was quickly becoming with a snarled, dark eyes narrowing a fraction before he kicked the door close, least some mountain of things chase him into the hallway. He looked bedraggled of sleep, his hair a mane standing at all ends from too much pulling and tugging in frustration."I can't- I don'- I can't even finish a sentence inside that space!!!" He stomped a hoof, fur bristled as he walked down the stairs and took a deep breath in the space of the living room. He didn't think becoming a large phony overnight would come with some many troubles, but after a week of sleeping in his baby room, he discovered that he was doubling his production of toys without increasing his space. He was back to when his mama had introduce him to donating, which was a nice enough endeavor, and it lifted his spirits to no end, but he could hardly give away his life's work without any gain, and hoped to leave his maternal home in one piece.
"This is not working, not working, not working, not working, not working, not wor-" He hit his forehead lightly, interrupting the repetition. "I won't make the money for the warehouse if my room is too small to even keep a decent size stock. Could I-? No, that's just replacing a problem with another...maybe Nev...actually Noble would kill me out right." He hissed under his breath, he was glad his mama wasn't here, last thing he needed was to frighten her. "Maybe..no..That won't do, and I can hardly expect to have an alibi at this point."
He nearly collapsed by the kitchen table, letting his head rest on the chair.He didn't understand how his sister was dealing with living at home and starting a business. "......maybe I'll just try to make one single type of toy and sell it in bulk to some shop....Mother has been hitting to wanting pony plushies to give up on some of her more innocent deliveries..."
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