6,214

Can I has sleep tonight nao?

Yus, yus i can. My goal for tonight was 6k and I've got 5.214k. Hwahwa.

Showur tiem then bed tiem.

PS, Jimmie wants to kill Aerron.

"What is it?" his eyes narrowed slightly, both curious and annoyed. Because of her current composure, it was likely something she either planned on rubbing in his face or torturing him with. She blinked shyly and her hands plucked at her skirt, as if to arrange it so it appeared neater.

"Oh, it's nothing really..." but her smile never went away.

He shrugged and smiled. "Well, if it's nothing, then I guess I'll talk to you whenever you're on your way home, if I'm still here that late." He could be cheeky, too. He lay back down enough to allow him enough space to continue where he had left off. A nut clattered to the floor. He shifted slightly further away from Mareka so he could start on the next one.

Already tired of their little game, she stood up. She laughed gently. "It's still nothing, but Aerron wasn't even awake yet when I left this morning."

Jimmie's wrench slipped, causing him to painfully skin his knuckle. He sat up quickly as he cursed. The back of his hand fled to his mouth as he shoved the offending raw flesh into his mouth. He glared up at Mareka.

She simply grinned and turned to leave.

Jimmie sighed and dropped his hand. Just as she reached the door, he muttered darkly, "I'm going to kill him."

She paused in the door way and glanced over her shoulder. "Unlikely; you won't have time to kill him. You've got too much work to do." She teased. He rolled his eyes and she laughed softly. She vanished through the door and a few moments later her heard the little brass bell jingle, signifying that she was now gone.

He leaned back all the way, until he was lying on the floor. He rubbed his hands across his forehead, brushing his long bangs up. his hands stopped to rest on top of his head. His hurt knuckle was still quite pained, but since it was a common injury he was doing well to ignore it. "I'm going to kill him," he mumbled again, before picking up his wrench and getting back to work. Mareka was right; he didn't have time to kill Aerron, at least not yet. He had a whole list of impatient clients that wanted their engines and machines in working order as soon as possible. And, sadly, that schedule left no room at all for the murder of Aerron Hull.