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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 7:13 am
The hunchback outside the window groaned as the eye was prodded and manhandled, a hand rising up to the empty socket in irritation as the poor thing was abused, but finally he seemed to have reached his saturation point. Flushing he shifted inside, brows furrowed as he lurched towards the dog (and Kelpie) but mostly his eye wordlessly. He might have been doing the construction itself... decent enough, but he was generally doing the job all wrong!
Granted, no one ever said that Christof was the best teacher, anyway. He put out his hand for the eye with a glower on his face.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 5:17 pm
Setting the bed aside, Calder dived for the eye, snatching it up before the Igor could grab it. When it was in his hands, he pushed up on his feet and rose up, glaring at the Igor. "Why are you here anyways? You dumped me here and then ran off and WHY is your eye here? You had both when you left me." He was getting mighty suspicious, and he was rather annoyed that once again, the Igor wasn't talking. Taking the eye, he wondered what would happen if he gave it a little squeeze, and looked at the Igor as he stepped away from him, knowing the boil could try hitting him to get it. Then again, if he did, Calder could point out that it wasn't proper Igor behavior. Ha-Ha!
Holding the eye up and holding it tightly, he looked over at Christof and then Lizzy. "You could have been nice and addressed Lizzy, Christof. Just barging in here. I was in the middle of working like a good worker. You broke my concentration." It was a teasing remarking, but he was feeling angry at the Igor for dumping him here without notifying Lizzy first.
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