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Gaius sighed again. "I guess you're right... though I'm thinking I need to find a new way to stash this stuff... How can I drain all these bottles and hide them?" He looked down at his latest acquirement thoughtfully.

Gaius shook his head. "Nah, I need the empty bottles intact! For, uh, something..."

He shifted his weight from foot to foot. He'd already said way more than he really should have, especially in such a public place. Gaius knew that if he stuck around much longer, he'd only let more slip.

Suddenly, he thrust one of the bottles to Sid, along with a hopeful smile. "Here, you like this stuff, right? It's, uh, consider it my apology for all the bad luck that seems to come with our run-ins?"

The was about to protest that he'd never sink to such levels when Sid's laugh caught Gaius off guard. It was a bit unnerving to watch him cackle with that maw, but Gaius laughed anyways, an odd snorting accompanying it.

"I'll see you around, then!" He gave Sid a brief salute and turned to head off back to his duplex.

[NEW RP]

Another day, another attempt at work. After a couple weeks, Gaius had managed to carve out chair seats that were at least comfortable to sit in, even figuring a divot in the back for a tail to rest in easily, though he'd have to work out larger ones for those with thicker tails, like Amaya. Now, his problem was... how did he make a back rest to go with? An open space with a backrest above seemed the best route, but he was trying to think of how better to accomodate the tails without having to thread them through a hole each time anyone sat down. A pile of scrapped half-made ideas sat in a pile nearby. There was also the issue of stability, which was giving him a bus load of pain. What he wouldn't give for a power drill and screwdriver right now...

Gaius sat down on one of the crates constituting his work table and proped his chin on his fist and sighed, scowling at the work.

Gaius didn't notice Richard until the old man finally addressed him. He looked up, his eyes instantly taking in the man's unusual attire. His expression was one of surprise.

"Uh, sure..." The muscled fellow got up from where he was sitting and moved out of the way so Richard could have room, all the while giving the man an odd look. He noted the paper and water cooler with raised eyebrows. Curiosity was impossible to keep off for long.

"Er, are you planning on making something...?"

Gaius peered over Richard's shoulder. "Huh. Some kind of post board? I dunno that we have any corkboard or whatever you'd need..." He scratched at an ear, watching the old guy pick through the scraps of lumber around. "And if you're wanting some longer narrow pieces, there were more back in the strorage room." He jabbed a thumb back towards the town center.

"Yeah, I figure wood will do okay in the meantime... And I guess a central message thingy would be good..." Gaius continued to look confused and a bit skeptical despite his agreements.

He watched Richard walk off, wondering if perhaps he should help the old guy. Glancing over the notes, Gaius resisted the urge to turn pages and see what this 'next project' was. Shaking his head, Gaius reprimanded himself for being foolish and hurried after Richard's retreating form. "Hang on! I'll help carry stuff. It can be heavy and we don't want you overworking yourself!"