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[fairytaled]

I DID IT!

[ Back up, Amy Pond screaming into the screen! It's shaking and she's trembling and her hair is very wild and her eyes are bursting with excitement—a quick breather would do her some good, but it continues with a documentary style movement. There's the echoing of her steps and some shuffling. Papers, pencils, clacking and snapping on the ground.

She clears her throat, patting her chest. And swallows. ]

I did it, I made this, I—

[ An apple. She shows the screen... an apple. Carved with a smile. God, it's tiny. Sort of deformed; mutated. A brief moment later and she knocks it on the table. It sounds awfully hard. Like a rock? ]

Okay, close enough to the real thing, but I did it! I—




Doctor, are you listening? [ Did she filter this right? ]

Comments

[fairytaled]

That's because I am proud of it!

[tracings]

Then make another one for me.

[fairytaled]

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Give me an hour.

[tracings]

I'll start my timer.

[fairytaled]

[ AMY SMACKS AN 'ACCEPTABLE' APPLE DOWN EXACTLY ONE HOUR AND FIVE MINUTES LATER. ]

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video;

[tracings]

[He flips the bracelet to video, a rather obnoxious grin on his face]

Not bad.

[And then he leans back to take a look at his clock]

Longer than an hour, though.

video;

[fairytaled]

Perfection takes time.

[ Forget that face, she's going to rip that grin off your face. ]

video;

[tracings]

Sixty-five whole minutes of it.

[He shrugs dismissively]

I suppose it's better than doing an absolutely poor job, isn't it?