[-whispers- I’ve been on this blog for an hour tops.]
[I mean, if anyone calls Jim Torchy, he’s liable to punch them.]
Nope. [ Natasha looks around for the charger and walks over to plug it in. ]
Jim, you forgot to charge your cell phone.
I didn’t forget — oh.
[ He feels like an idiot. Jim rubs the back of his neck. ] Oops.
((Jim is now a plant. Someone art this now))
[yES. SOMEONE DO THIS.]
[But what if Toro and Jim installed a solar light in their home— like, the kind that can grow plants. That way, Jim could just sit under the lamp when he’s feeling tired.]
[Kara gives off a yelp of surprise as the clock she’s trying to repair decides to shoot one of it’s components at her forehead.]
It was working just a moment ago—
[To laugh, or not to laugh. Jim votes for a smile that’s verging on the edge of it, and his hand whips out to grab the stray component.]
It’s alright. Why were you trying to fix it, anyway? It’s been broken since we moved in.