It'll be just like scooping up goldfish, Noah's pretty sure.
Spoiler: it turns out to be absolutely nothing like scooping up goldfish.
First off when Noah carefully opens the first jar they don't seem terribly interested in going anywhere, agitated as they might have been earlier. The scooper is too wide to fit into the jar itself, so he ends up giving a little frustrated huff, raising the goldfish scooper to peer inside and see if maybe there's something wrong.
That's when they're interested in making a break for it.
"Oh fuckstick! It's okay, don't worry, I got it!" Noah assures Krieg, sounding very much like someone who does not got it. One of them is a pretty slow wobbly thing, so that one's easy to catch again. It's like it wasn't even trying, or maybe it felt bad at the comedy of errors between Noah and Krieg. Most of the others require a lot of arm pinwheeling but Noah's been catching fireflies for a few days now so he's got some skill at it, memories of a life long gone by resurfacing to provide assistance in this time of need.
The last one though.
That one's a motherfucker. It's trapped in the shop too so it can't get very far, but that's going to require some shelf climbing to get.
Noah uses his hand to cover the opening of the goldfish scooper to keep the fireflies in. He's going to have to get them secure in the jar while he catches that last one. Getting the ones he's caught in the jar proves thankfully easier, though he's trying to keep an eye on that last one so he doesn't lose track of it. This shit is personal now. He made a promise and he's gonna keep it.
"Here, close these ones in - I can get the last one!"
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Spoiler: it turns out to be absolutely nothing like scooping up goldfish.
First off when Noah carefully opens the first jar they don't seem terribly interested in going anywhere, agitated as they might have been earlier. The scooper is too wide to fit into the jar itself, so he ends up giving a little frustrated huff, raising the goldfish scooper to peer inside and see if maybe there's something wrong.
That's when they're interested in making a break for it.
"Oh fuckstick! It's okay, don't worry, I got it!" Noah assures Krieg, sounding very much like someone who does not got it. One of them is a pretty slow wobbly thing, so that one's easy to catch again. It's like it wasn't even trying, or maybe it felt bad at the comedy of errors between Noah and Krieg. Most of the others require a lot of arm pinwheeling but Noah's been catching fireflies for a few days now so he's got some skill at it, memories of a life long gone by resurfacing to provide assistance in this time of need.
The last one though.
That one's a motherfucker. It's trapped in the shop too so it can't get very far, but that's going to require some shelf climbing to get.
Noah uses his hand to cover the opening of the goldfish scooper to keep the fireflies in. He's going to have to get them secure in the jar while he catches that last one. Getting the ones he's caught in the jar proves thankfully easier, though he's trying to keep an eye on that last one so he doesn't lose track of it. This shit is personal now. He made a promise and he's gonna keep it.
"Here, close these ones in - I can get the last one!"