Submission (#3782) Approved

"Yo! You the help I called in? Don't just stand there, grab a hammer and help me make these fresh new weapons!"

Nimbus’ eyes glaze over as they settle on the hammers hanging from Atlas’ tool stand. He most certainly isn’t the help he called in. He’s just here because he saw some interesting cloud-themed arms in the display window. The weathercat opens his mouth to protest, but Atlas talks over him just in time. “Quick, before the metal cools!”

Nimbus strides up in a huff and yanks a hammer off the stand, then tries to hand it off to the little spitfire. Atlas snorts. “I ain’t takin’ that. Get shapin’!” He steps back and gestures to the red-hot steel. Nimbus rolls his eyes and brings the hammer down over the metal a few uncaring times, like he’s trying to drive a nail into wood. Atlas frowns deeply. “Your technique is crap!”

Before Nimbus can fit another word in, a broad-shouldered plushpet suddenly enters the shop. “Sorry I’m late, Atlas. What’cha need me to do?”

The little blacksmith scratches his head as his head slowly rotates to meet the cloudcat. “You, uhhh… You ain’t my help, are ya?”

Nimbus responds with a flatline stare. “No, I’m not.”