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[pussywhips]

Who: ann tacomocky (pussywhips) & clair nolastname (cajolery) & co.
What: a catchall for march!
When: always i wanna be with you
Where: and make believe with you
Warning(s): and live in harmony, harmony oh love

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anyway please hmu @ matriarchy for a starter!! ]

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nerd

[pussywhips]

[ Ann watches their frame seesaw back and forth over the table's surface with a feeling of dread growing inside of her. Maybe this... isn't actually as easy as it looks. ]

Yeah, good idea. [ Sure. She nods, but her confidence is already a little shaken. ] Just, uh, hold that side.

[ Now she goes around the frame and puts in every screw, tightening them up as much as she can to make sure that it's as sturdy as possible. I mean, as sturdy as a table definitely not from Ikea can be. ]

There!

no u

[persistor]

[ If she manages to catch Ann's glance, Red smiles. Quick, barely a flicker, but surely they can't something as small as a misaligned table get in their way. Surely it can't be that... bad...

And it's not — once the screws are in, they can barely notice that they're working with less than perfect furniture ( it will come back to bite them in the ass when they attach the legs ). She taps the wood one more time to see if it's sturdy, then turns to the rest of the materials.

One more message at Ann— ] We can split these in half. [ Before she starts assembling the wooden legs together. ]

[pussywhips]

[ This'll be fine!! It looks like their plan worked, anyway, and now the table is pretty flat. ]

Got it!

[ She puts together her two table legs, crouched down and bent at a weird angle so that she can screw it into the frame and tabletop they'd created. Once she's all done, she straightens and grabs one of their completed table so that they can flip it over and place it right side up.

Only, it... wobbles a little bit. Just a little. But by this point, Ann has given up. ]

Geez. I guess we can just put something underneath it.

[persistor]

[ Just a little. Honestly, for their first attempt, it's a pretty flawless thing. Or at least, just flawed enough that no one can really complain ( they didn't offer to help, clearly ). Red takes the instruction sheet, folds it up to a small enough square, and shoves it under the short leg.

Tries pushing down on a corner, and it wobbles... but not as much as before. It's barely noticeable, except the square of white paper that has now become a staple in their table.

She'll take it, in all honesty. ] Let's take a breather before we build the chairs.

[ And that's how Yusuke's favorite art installation came to be, the end. ]