sticksandbones | good morning starshine

Ah, ice, then? It could work.

Any interest in making a popsicle for a hedgehog?

...sure?

Come to the lab when you have a moment. The door is unlocked.

Thank you for your contribution.

[And in no time - like, literally no time, almost immediately after the writing appears in the book - Joshua is opening the door to the lab, a small, brown satchel over his shoulder.]

You called?

[what the fuck okay.]

I did. I believe this is our first time meeting. [Gnosis... does not go outside much. The lab is a fucking mess right now; he's clearly working on something vaguely leg-shaped.] Gnosis Edelweiss. I apologise for the mess.

[SURPRISE welcome to joshua]

It is. Yoshiya Kiryu, but call me Joshua.

[He does take in the state of the lab, certainly noting the leg-shaped thing going on, but the apology gets nothing more than a shrug of his shoulders.]

If a lab was pristine, I'd wonder if any work was actually being done. It's the sign of a mind in action, so no apologies are necessary.

I tend toward cleanliness in most cases. A pigsty is hardly conducive to work, after all. If I spend more time looking for my tools than I spend working, it's a sign the place needs to be re-organized... [Ahem. Clearing his throat.] Nevermind. You wanted an icicle specifically for a hedgehog?

[It's an odd request, but Gnosis has no reason to question anything that happens here anymore. This place is already so goddamn weird. He raises his right hand and, in his palm, a large diamond-shaped icicle forms, floating an inch or so over his gloves.]

Stay nearby, and it shouldn't melt before you're ready. Arts like that are simple for me to maintain for a long time.

[There's a laugh in response to the explaination, but mostly because it's such a stark difference from the usually chaotic setting of an artist's space. Logical and creative brains certainly are different.

But that's not why they're here.]

Yes, for a hedgehog.

[He's already opening his satchel as Gnosis summons the icicle. It gets a look of consideration, and then he returns to his task, carefully removing a balled-up little white hedgehog from the bag. Is that hedgehog very slightly glowing? Don't worry about it.]

No need to go far. He's very portable.

[The hedgehog uncurls a little bit, sleep-narrowed eyes squinting at the icicle. His nose begins twitching, and that expression shifts to something more interested.]

You can give it to him, if you like. He won't bite.

[That hedgehog super is glowing. It's cute, though... not that Gnosis will say so out loud, instead scooting his chair about an inch or two over and holding out the floating icicle for little hedgie hands to grab.]

Did you find it somewhere?

[Here you go, you portable lil man, have a popsicle. It tastes like... well, ice.]

good morning starshine

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