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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 11:50 am
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Oliver stared at the scar on his finger for a very long moment, his hands paused with the gauze. "That's..." He thought his words out very carefully, "Is quite peculiar and specific, for a scar."
He shook his head as he dropped the matter, instead working to patch the gash up. The texture of the cloth on his fingers was the equivalent to cotton mouth, but he forced himself to work through it. If he had to pick between getting over it now or sometime later, he wanted to pick now.
"Heartless maybe, but at least I'm not dumb." He muttered, voice quiet, more or less relieved sounding rather than bitter. If he could still banter, then it probably wasn't so bad.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 8:34 pm
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"That's definitely the first rule of being a raccoon." He huffed again, cheeks rosy, "And of course I was. I was a tiny, fluffy animal. Those tend to be very endearing." Chai at their feet, for example, was an absolutely prime example of a small fluffy cute thing.
"But you might as well, since you're here." His slowly backed out of the bathroom, "Chai is right there, Nosey is kinda elusive and doesn't like pets that much... uh, then there's..." He sighed, obviously mentally preparing himself for something he wasn't looking forward too. After a moment, he put his fingers to his lips and whistled.
There was a jingling sound like a collar, and then tiny boof boofs from before, and then Pascal in all his wiggle-butt glory as he came wagging down the hallway.
"And this is Pascal—yes hello—Jesus." Oliver was very obviously a cat person.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 7:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 7:27 pm
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He gasped. "I'm wounded! You just want me to leave forever and ever." Horace rolled his eyes. "I think everything through, even things that will never happen." Somehow, it seemed appropriate to wink just then, so he did so.
"And it's fine, I can get an Uber or something." He waved his injured hand nonchalantly and boy, did that feel weird and achy. "And yes, I need to come back when both hands are free for petting. Thanks, uh, for the bandage and stuff, Oliver."
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 4:04 pm
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"That's an awful amount of foresight you put into things, Horace." Oliver noted duly, his own eyebrows shooting up a tad, "I'll keep in mind to never underestimate you again, heaven forbid."
He started to duck down the hallway as he spoke, "I'd grab the door for you, but you have one good hand at least. It's unlocked, so you won't have any use for the tonfa in this instance, I apologize." Could Horace taste the sarcasm? It was coming on pretty thick. "Just think things through next time, alright?" He was using his eloquent I'm-still-slightly-mad-but-mostly-relieved voice.
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