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towerofanimus2012-10-10 10:51 pm
buttsinattheend) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-10 10:51 pm
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Characters: Willard, 3-04 roommates, anyone
Setting: Aforementioned room, later floor ten
Format: Starting with action, but whichever
Summary: Taking care of a cat.
Warnings: Currently N/A
[The joy of pet ownership. He went looking for a certain someone before doing anything else when he arrived, which is coming back to bite him. Literally--as soon as he opens his trunk, all hell lets loose. Whatever the process of packing the trunk and moving it to the room entailed, the fairly big gray cat inside didn't enjoy it, nor is she okay with it taking him probably an hour or two to rescue her. His clothes she was sitting on are partially shredded, still wearable if only because the fabric is tough.
He tries to coax her off whatever the highest surface in the room is, to much hissing and sulking.]
Diana. Come on. I'll make it up to you.
[Normally he'd let her tantrum herself out, but he has roommates now, it seems. It'll be his fault if she ruins anything that's not his. Including limbs.]
[Later...
Hm. Free fish. And they're technically within his reach, although he's tried just sticking an arm in and grabbing one and it went about as well as you'd expect. This is a conundrum; Will has no idea how to fish. It's not like he has the equipment for doing so conventionally. He's also not sure that's physically possible. He's sure as hell not getting in there and taking a swim.
He's slowly coming around to the opinion that being here is mildly annoying.]
Setting: Aforementioned room, later floor ten
Format: Starting with action, but whichever
Summary: Taking care of a cat.
Warnings: Currently N/A
[The joy of pet ownership. He went looking for a certain someone before doing anything else when he arrived, which is coming back to bite him. Literally--as soon as he opens his trunk, all hell lets loose. Whatever the process of packing the trunk and moving it to the room entailed, the fairly big gray cat inside didn't enjoy it, nor is she okay with it taking him probably an hour or two to rescue her. His clothes she was sitting on are partially shredded, still wearable if only because the fabric is tough.
He tries to coax her off whatever the highest surface in the room is, to much hissing and sulking.]
Diana. Come on. I'll make it up to you.
[Normally he'd let her tantrum herself out, but he has roommates now, it seems. It'll be his fault if she ruins anything that's not his. Including limbs.]
[Later...
Hm. Free fish. And they're technically within his reach, although he's tried just sticking an arm in and grabbing one and it went about as well as you'd expect. This is a conundrum; Will has no idea how to fish. It's not like he has the equipment for doing so conventionally. He's also not sure that's physically possible. He's sure as hell not getting in there and taking a swim.
He's slowly coming around to the opinion that being here is mildly annoying.]
fish floor 8T
Something's going to take your hand off.
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What are you wearing?
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[Yeah he's gonna go ahead and have this whole conversation from a distance.]
Here to try and kill me again?
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Not at the moment.
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Good. One cat out for my blood today is enough.
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[TAKING A STAB IN THE DARK HERE wow it's harder trolling someone when your total omniscience is gone 8T]
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