Stevie and Schro: the catnip hangover
Stevie: *insert teenage maniacal laughter here*
Schro: >l
Stevie: >3
Stevie: REVENGE IS SWEET.
Schro: >l
Schro: *bites*
Stevie: *punches* =|
Schro: *bites harder*
Stevie: *invests in catnip*
Schro: *growl*
Stevie: *absently pets*
Schro: *relaxes a little* -_-
Stevie: *... unexpected, wut.* I wish we coulda kept the beanies.
Schro: Ja. Those vere funny.
Stevie: I was gonna paint mine pink and sneak into Galatea's house.
Schro: *soft chuckle* I vould haff enjoyed that. She is not so receptive of sudden wistors, though.
Stevie: And you would know, huh? I could handle it.
Schro: Ja. I vould. Hnn, they aren't interested in killing you.
Stevie: *skritch skritchin ur ears* Yeah, her housemates might get annoyed if I bled on their floor.
Schro: *eyes closed curling up* Hnn
Stevie: . . . *muttering* Raw eggs...
Stevie: tomato juice... vodka... and some celery.
Schro: *moves a little* Vhat?
Stevie: Hangover cure.
Schro: *blink, blink* ...Oh!
Stevie: No idea if it would work, though. And I dunno the rules here about getting the vodka. ... Could ask Mr. Olsen.
Schro: Have to remember that.
Stevie: Not. Too much vodka. *looking away lightly* Or else you throw up.
Schro: Personal experience *smirkity smirk*
Stevie: Not the way you're thinking. *scritch scritch distractin u*
Schro: Nein? *eyes closed -_- This one may live*
Stevie: Some of us learn by observation, kittycat. *pettins for you*
Schro: *mebbe starting to sprawl out a bit* Hn, that can be vise.
Stevie: *well this is obvs makin' u less miserable, so it can keep up while we chat.* If you plan on surviving.
Schro: *kitty appreciates* Not particularly, nein.
Stevie: Mm. Gotta have something worth doing.
Schro: Here, maybe.
Stevie: Here is good. It's alright here.
Schro: Ja.