012 - Phone and Action

[worstvikingever]

[Phone call to Astrid, failed filter because he still can't figure it out]

Hey, Astrid? I uh... had a question.



[Action, mid afternoon]

[It is a beautiful spring day and Hiccup is sitting out on the front lawn with a screwdriver.

No, not that kind of screwdriver, an actual screwdriver.

He's making a few adjustments to his leg, you see. You know. The prosthetic one that has replaced his amputated left foot. That one.

Go ahead, talk to him. It's not like he's gotten enough comments on his leg yet. No, really.]

Comments

[timetables.livejournal.com]

Maybe you can fit it with weapons or some shit. Who wouldn't want a leg that can shoot missiles?

[worstvikingever]

Uh. I wouldn't. Sounds like it'd be heavy and not as awesome as it's made out to be.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

I guess from a logistical standpoint it could be inconvenient, yeah. But really, the idea doesn't appeal to you at all? Your leg could like a detachable rocket launcher or something.

[worstvikingever]

Not really, no. It's... not really my style.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

So what is your style then? If you want to go for thematic consistency, you should probably be sporting a peg leg or something.

[worstvikingever]

I don't really know about style. As long as it works, and works well, it doesn't really matter.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

So functionality above all else. But hey, if you can get shit done and look cool doing it, why not?

[worstvikingever]

[He thinks about this and shrugs.]

Sure, I guess so. Maybe version two.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

If you need help with that when the time comes, I own at that kind of thing.

[he just like he claims to own at everything...]

[worstvikingever]

[He grins a little. He remembers their previous conversation where he claimed to own at dragon slaying.]

Yeah, sure. Will do.