A Small Problem

Ch. 3 - A Small Problem

Count was surprised they had managed to finish the whole orange, even with the three of them going at it.

It was bigger than he was tall, even with arms outstretched for crying out loud ... and he was still a little hungry. Though the other two appeared content by what was in itself a disproportionately large amount, they were pretty surprised when he went back to finish it off.

"where the fuck are you puttin' that all? you're gonna make yourself sick and i will not be held responsible for the fallout." Cloak had said.

Count could only shrug and put it down to his, "big appetite."

If his food consumption was any indicator, he could probably assume that he was the one to have shrunk, rather than everything else in the universe being massively big. Which felt like a kind of "no duh" situation. Unfortunately he somehow managed to retain most of the metabolism of a much larger being. It was a good thing Papyrus had brought back a lot of his "training spaghetti" last night before things went haywire - but he'd be fine for a few days of "dieting." His mostly healed injuries probably also had something to do with it. Which he still needed to thank the two for.

Finally done with the orange, the remaining peels and seeds shoved in a corner, Count did his best to wipe the juice off on his already dirty lab coat. Luckily his sweater and t-shirt were still pretty okay by his standards.

His thumb phalange traced the crack on his radius. When he got back, he would definitely have to find a way to pay back the weed.

Too bad flowers don't have bones.

(Not) 3:13:23 AM.

This would have to stop. He couldn't stand it being incorrect any longer. It was seriously distracting. Well, more than it usually is.

So, with an exaggerated stretch as he stood, he looked to the other two who were chatting about some violent video game.

"back in a jiff." He said.

Wasting no more time (heh), he shortcut to the side of the stack of paper he saw earlier, and before gravity even began to kick in, he cut to the top of the box he was looking at from the outside. This allowed him his first good view of the office. It was ... unimpressive.

Shortcutting might get annoying at some point, as he needs to have seen somewhere before in order to go there - and pictures don't work. He'd have been on the Surface long before, had he been able to do that. And being as this was an entirely new universe, he didn't exactly have very many locations he could shortcut to yet. Another thing to add to his "to do list."

The office looked pretty nondescript if a bit cluttered. No window, two desks back to back in what basically amounted to a closet. Though for Count it was rather massive at the moment ... that would probably take some getting used too.

It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. The computer was right beside the box after all.

Before he cut to the keyboard he heard an exclamation from inside the box.

"wha-? what the fuck!?"

Getting an idea, Count cut to right beside the box and knocked twice.

"knock knock." He said amused.

"how in the -"

"that's not how it goes. knock knock."

"...who's there."

"count."

"count who."

"count you keep it down? i'm busy out here."