Ugh… agh…
Just… just another couple of weeks, and then sweet freedom.
No more papers, no more asinine reading assignments, no more pages and pages of Japanese work and math problems…
Until August. Sigh.
Oh well… hey guys I return with a short something something. Sorry I keep making you all wait. Fanfiction falls by the wayside when school eats my life.
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025. Trouble Working.
It was a dark night at Bowletta's flying fortress. Fawful was awake still, the pounding of his hammer and the sizzling of his welding resonating through the halls. Bowletta yawned as she walked through the castle, pulling her ill-fitting bed-robe tighter as she drew closer to Fawful's shadow, flashing against the walls as he used the welding torch once again. She entered his work room and watched him for a moment. Once the sparks stopped flying, she approached her toady.
"Do you really think you ought to be welding this late at night?" she asked.
Fawful jumped at the sound of her voice, got to his feet and bowed. "G-Great Bowletta! I must ensure that my ship has completion before the brothers of red and green are making arrival!"
"You look like you're going to keel over at any second," she said, noting the dark circles under his eyes. "How long have you been working on that thing?"
Fawful looked away, not wanting to admit how long he'd been working. "But… it has the overheat at times, which could prove fatal if the brothers of Mario-ness are to be attacking while I am trying to have cooling of it and—"
"Right, right," she sighed. If she knew one thing about Fawful, it was that he wasn't one to stop working on something once he had started.
Bowletta turned and walked off. She returned soon after, holding a mug of coffee in her claws. She nudged Fawful, who looked about to doze off over his soldering iron. "Here."
"Hn--? Coffee of caffeineness? I am not allowed to be drinking—"
"It's okay for now," she said, "You look like you need it."
Twenty minutes later, Bowletta remembered why she had forbidden Fawful to drink coffee in the first place.
He was bouncing off the walls, running to and fro to get this or that part, taking perhaps two seconds to furiously hammer at something before losing interest in that part and running off to get something else.
"Fawful!" she yelled, finally growing tired of watching this ineffectual show of effort, "Could you focus, please? It doesn't look like you're making any sort of progress at all."
"But! Butbutbut!" Fawful stammered, speaking even faster than usual. "TheboltsoffasteningnessaretobebeingherebutIamneedingtoalsobesecuringthispartintheplacewhereitistobegoingand—" Fawful continued on for several minutes like this, but it didn't take long for Bowletta to tune him out.
"Okay. Well," she sighed, shaking her head. "Don't break anything."
Fawful started blabbering out a response, but she was already walking back to her bedchambers. For about an hour more she could hear him working, until finally the noise stopped and she assumed he'd simply passed out.