丨 Ꮆㄖ 卂ㄥㄖ几乇

Mr. Deeds sat down with his back against the tree and looked up at the birds that flew by.

"They wanted a monster...They have one..."

Mr. Deeds sat down with his back against the tree and looked up at the birds that flew by.

The thread will start when I wake up.

卄卂丨ㄥ 匚ㄖ几ㄒ尺卂

"𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀."

He limps out of the building. His face is covered in blood and thumbtacks.

"You look splendid, Rose." He smiles a little.

"...I see." He clears his throat.

The silver bell is being held by Mr. Deeds this time. He dusts it off.

"ɪ'ᴍ ʟᴀʀʀʏ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʏᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅᴀʟɪ ɢʏᴍ."

"Yes, Rose. I mean it."

"Well, you are my friend...a very close friend and...Well, I'm not sure how to explain this so I shall put it simply I suppose...I have a...crush..."

"Well...That's a very tough question, Rose. I...Oh dear..." He's gone slightly red in the face.

"Very well." He leans forward slightly.

"Would you like to feel it, Rose?"

He is dusting the shelves. He doesn't have much else to do.

"Oh...I see...Well, thank you very much, sir." He bows.

"O-Oh...This...You do not need it yourself?"

"I'll see what I can do." Mr. Deeds walks back into the same room and comes back after about 20 seconds with a few things for self care. "I found some things. I hope this helps."

"Like a medical kit?"

"I am doing well, sir. How about yourself?"

Mr. Deeds came out of a separate room. "Hello again, sir. I apologize for my absence."

"Of course, sir. Anything specific you'd like this morning?"

Mr. Deeds would come out of a separate room. He looked the exact same. "Hello again, sir. I apologize for my absence."

The silver hand bell rests on the ground. It is a little dirty. It hasn't been rung in such a long time...

"Excuse me. Do you happen to know where the nearest cafe is?"

Mr. Deeds walks up behind him like he appeared out of nowhere. "Yes, sir?"

You haven't rung the silver hand bell...Perhaps you should...It feels like it's calling to you...

"I hope it is to your liking, sir." It's probably the best cake he's ever eaten.

"I'm not sure, sir." He takes a sip of his own tea.

"Very well." He hands him a cup on a small plate.

"Would you like anything added to the tea, sir?"

"Already prepared, sir."

"Would you like some tea?"

"Very well, sir." He walks behind another tree. After about 15 seconds he comes out with a gold-plated cake. "Here you are."