the-once-ler-in-superjail:

((Tried to do a kinda Lackadaisy colouring style for this one because that colouring style is so gorgeous and fancied a quick go at it myself. Also it fits the theme of this particular chapter. I like theming. Damn, I’m out of practice. These perspectives look so wacky and sometimes I forget how the fuck I draw Oncie, which is just ridiculous!

Either way, I had a lot of fun doing this one so I hope you enjoy it too!

(Also prepare for headcanons.)

DRAMADRAMA~))

Warden: *He’s limping with his cane around his office, grunting slightly under his breath with every other step. As he does so he’s dictating to a little Warden-drone- a purple, shin-high scuttlebug with big yellow circles for eyes and buck teeth. It’s taking notes with wiry hands as he speaks.* And then you _tell_ Doctor *Small grunt* ‘I-Don’t-Buy-the-Limbs-of-Surplus-Inmates’ that if he doesn’t start trafficking my *turns around to limp back across the room with another grunt* body parts I’ll start releasing all those photographs of him and those dead animals. AND you can tell him to stick his- *Pauses when people enter through the door*

Once-ler: *quietly walks into the room, he’s wearing his casual grey clothes with his hat* Hii~ *closes the door and goes over to him, he instantly notices the warden limping and that he’s using his cane, but it doesn’t register in his head yet that its his fault. Hey, are you okay? *he points down at it* What’s that for? Did something happen to you? *looks up at him with concern*

Warden: *Sees him and grins, but then looks very sheepish when he’s asked that question* Did something happen to me? No! Of course nothing happened to me! I’m just feeling a little, ah, *uses his cane to take a step around him to continue his pacing- that manic energy needing an outlet* stiff this morning! And no, *Points to the robot* You can stop writing! I’ll *flaps his hand at it* Carry on later. He’ll get the gist. *He doesn’t use his rubber powers to elongate his limbs or move around in that manner, though it might be easier, because that might only make the low-level pain worse.* So! *claps his hands together and leans towards Oncie with over-the-top innocence* What can I do for you this fine day?

Once-ler: *beams at him happily and props up a bit in a little excited jump* Well, I’ve only come to say that I’ll be out of Superjail today to go search for your name. I still haven’t forgotten about that. And I thought I should tell you first, to save the drama of what happened last time *closes his eyes and twirls his wrist as he says that, not having to explain any more*

Warden: *Pouts at the reminder of that whole naming-thing. He almost doesn’t want to know what his name is- what if he doesn’t like it? He’d rather just stay the Warden. But he doesn’t kick up a fuss, for once.* Weeeell, just be back in time. *Straightens up and pats down the hem of his tux. A lunch in a brown bag pings into existence next to Oncie’s head* And tell Jared that all the work he’s blowing off to come with you is going to be done twice as fast by him tomorrow, or so help him. Mmkay? *Gets grumpier during that last sentence, but by the last word he’s all sweetness and light again*

Once-ler: *squeaks in surprise at the brown bag and puts his hands out for it to drop into them* No no- its not his fault, he doesn’t have to come, especially if it means he’ll be given more work. *peers into the bag and flicks his eyes up, pouting playfully at him* No marshmallows?~

Warden: *Sighs with a pout and whirls his hand in a short gesture. Marshmallows fill the rest of the space in the bag to the brim* Of course he doesn’t have to go! But apparently he wants to! *Limps over to his desk and opens a drawer, licks his fingers and goes through some papers. The fact that there are papers in there is a surprise. But there probably won’t be the next time he looks and instead there’ll be a drawer full of marbles or rats or something* Here *tosses a sheet of paper to him in the shape of a paper aeroplane* You give that to Jared. *mean smile* If he could just get that done for tomorrow it’d be great~ *When opened up it turns into a ten-feet-long list of chores. They’re mostly his regular job, but he threw in a couple more just to mess with him* Well! *Limps back over and claps him on the shoulders* Have fun on your little road-trip! Don’t tell me what it is if it turns out to be lame!

Once-ler: *takes the list and jumps back a bit as it opens* Um- okay… *folds it back up where it turns into a regular sized piece of paper and places it under his hat* Alright then *still holds the bag in his hand, he jumps into a hug around his neck* Okay, I wont be too long *kisses him on the cheek and then all over his face constantly out of affection* And sorry for causing you to limp today.

Warden: *Grins widely as he’s kissed, though the hug throws him off balance and he winces with a short gasp. He’s feeling very affectionate and lovey too, and in a way he likes that he’s hurting- it’s a reminder of him for the day. And there’s no way that he’s normal enough to find that incredibly weird* See you later! *kisses him back* I have real work to do. *He so doesn’t. What about Superjail is real work?*

Once-ler: *pulls away and places his hands on the Wardens face, and kisses his lips totally “Mwaah~” like* Okay then, see you later. *tips his trilby hat to him and turns around to leave his office*

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