the service of death, the silence in puncture, delivers the word--a one sided juncture

[justdoingmyjob]

[The device has turned on as the result of being violently sent into the nearest wall---by accident, actually, his hand just hit it but such is his luck apparently. There is a muttered curse...]

What are you doi---

[...and it's off, though obviously he couldn't wait to start questioning Arthur before he managed to switch it.]

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[neverplays]

You okay?

[justdoingmyjob]

Just...no.

But I think it's going to be a long day for everyone.

[He almost lied and said yes, but he decides it's better to just tell the truth in her case. Candor sometimes has its appeal.]

[neverplays]

It's only one day.

... Try not to think about it too much.

There's somebody at the door.

[tailchased]

[Dated to sometime when Peter is actually in the apartment. Scratch. Scratchscratchscratch.]

Yip?

[justdoingmyjob]

[Peter opens the door....and sighs. He heard about you, mister.]

What if I vote we keep you this way?

[What there is of a flinch and a clenched jaw, he swallows back as best he can. Ignoring Arthur is harder than words make it seem, but he's giving it his best shot.]

[tailchased]

[The momentary glimpse of tiny, sharp teeth behind a curled-back lip say that Peter doesn't get to vote on this. But Chase isn't here to growl at anyone. He knows what day it is.

With a little skitter forward he puts his front paws against Peter's shin and buts his head lightly against his roommate's knee.]

Arooo.

[Holding up?]

[justdoingmyjob]

[He smirks a little, though this somehow only serves to sharpen the contrast of his worse-for-the-wear look otherwise, even as he shakes his head again and kneels down to pick up the would-be-roommate.]

What have they been feeding you?

[It's more him wondering than asking, a fine line of a difference but implied by the fact that he knows he can't speak fox and the fox can't speak...at all much.]

after the curse

[caughtthebullet]

Peter?

[justdoingmyjob]

Adrian.