Submission (#3145) Approved

Word count - 464

“So are you heading over later?” The radiation terra spoke into the phone. “It’s fine if not. I know festival’s aren’t your cup of tea.”

“Maybe? I don’t know yet. Storing everything I got out for the yard sale might take a bit… Might not be able to come to the festival until tomorrow.”

“I see. Up to you Noir, I don’t mind either. Majority of our friends' performances aren’t until tomorrow anywa-” Haze was interrupted by a loud crash and clang behind him. He quickly turned his head to locate the sound of the noise. A box of various glass sculptures was tipped over onto to the floor, some of them broken. Of course, standing about the scene of the crime was Haze’s chaotic nuisance of a co-worker, Caustic, shifted into a tiny feral form and looking as startled as everyone else near the table. Before anyone said anything they hopped off the table and ran off. Haze sighed, he knew Caustic wouldn’t really take responsibility for it especially if they didn’t know who it belonged, yet also knew the biohazard terra would be telling stories about it later like it was the funniest thing (and with the details stretched).

Haze turned back to the phone. “I’ve got to go, something came up” He sighed somewhat loudly, more so in annoyance than anything.

“Caustic?” Noir asked.

“Yep.” Replied Haze, and with that both of them hung up. Haze approached the spilled and shattered crafts, first turning over the box, and placing the unharmed sculptures gently back in the box. The broken ones he decided he’d sort into a separate container, and hope whoever the maker is, wouldn’t be too upset. Though he wouldn’t blame them if they were, he would be. He spotted a few unused empty boxes under the table and grabbed one, also gently picking up and placing the broken sculptures inside. As he was picking up the now filled boxes, to place them back onto the table he heard a voice behind him.

“Oh what happened here?” Asked a voice, sounding curious but not surprised. He recognized them, Euclid.

“Caustic accidentally knocked a box of someone’s art on the floor, most are fine but a few broke. I swear he’s more like a cat than he realizes...” Haze metaphorically rolled his eyes. Euclid snickered.

“Heh it’s fine! Those were already broken before I got here, figured I’d sell them at a discount to whoever wants to put ‘em back together or re-use ‘em for their own projects.” She chimed. Haze was relieved, no one was angry and nothing ended up being broke (more than it already was, anyways). Euclid had a mischievous look to her. “Wait better idea? Wanna help me make a weird glass blob monster with super glue?”