Seaweed, Seaweed // Shell gifts

[B.Y.T.E !]

In a way, Planecrash could be considered crafty since he was a creator of nameless chemicals and robots with all sorts of purposes. But, he hadn't really created something that had no purpose than to be something you wore or gave to someone else. In some ways, it seemed a bit pointless to him and yet...he wanted to know what people liked about this sort of thing. So, he found himself drawn to the gentle call of another clanmate who appeared to be younger than himself, but who could really tell these days? His eyes moved over to the array of shells, seaglass and all sorts of things that contributed to making the lil trinkets. Hopefully his carefully hands in science could help him with this. "I-I suppose you wouldn't mind me joining on this little activity of yours? M-my name is Planecrash, by the way." He mumbled, finding himself slowly sitting down within the small group with his ears flicking in search for any sort of confirmation or otherwise, though he had already grabbed a rather pretty shell that was a light pink color, as well as a few others that caught his eye. "I've made complicated robots sure, but this is... a little out of my knowledge. I'm s-sure it won't be too hard to figure out though, right?" He commented with a chuckle, though he was already quite confused on how he put string through these solid objects without tools like drill and such. It's not like he knew everything about well....everything.


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