[As one lincoln log rolls across the floor it is accosted by a flurry of white. Managing to grab it, he falls over onto his side and gnaws on it, hind feet pumping the thin air as he 'kills' it!]
[The woman crouches and he drops the log, managing to send it clattering across the floor with a hand paw. He's on his feet in a flash and leaps after it. There is a series of skitters and clacks as it ricochets around the boats' hall before zipping past her foot.
He's on it again in a flash, flopping atop it in a flurry of feet and tail. His tail lashes and he looks around for it, not realizing he's already lying on it .. or perhaps he does realize this.
His pupils are huge as he darts his gaze around, coming to rest once more on Meth.]
[He leans against the wall and takes a drag of his cigarette. Is he looking at her face? No. Not really. Tyler lets his eyes wander. It's been a while since he's seen her, after all.]
[It's totally been a while. Meth turns toward him a little bit more and lets her eyes do a bit of their own wandering. It's good to see him again, in the flesh. She'll never admit it, of course, or give any indication of it so easily.
Her response is a lazy drawl as she shifts her weight from one foot to another, abandoning trying to clean up the closet for the moment.]
Is that right? What's so hi-fucking-larious about it?
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It's a slow process to account for every tiny piece that slips past her reach.
A second pair of hands are not unwelcome.]
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A cat.
She grins and crouches down to watch its vicious assault of its new prisoner.]
That's it, no mercy.
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He's on it again in a flash, flopping atop it in a flurry of feet and tail. His tail lashes and he looks around for it, not realizing he's already lying on it .. or perhaps he does realize this.
His pupils are huge as he darts his gaze around, coming to rest once more on Meth.]
Mrow?
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When he comes to rest on top of it, Meth smirks and turns to face him once again.]
Well, did you get it?
[Reaching behind her, Meth grabs another Lincoln Log and tosses it in front of the cat. Will it abandon one to capture the other?]
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Excuse me?
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[Here, just let him help you with that, won't you, Meth?]
We should go.
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I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm not your sister.
[Tanvir, did you hit your head?]
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You're not--
Oh. Oh, okay. Hey, don't worry, okay? We'll get it taken care of.
[He sounds very sure about this. Almost dismissive!]
But we've gotta head out of here first, y'know? So, c'mon.
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I have no idea what you're talking about but you should probably head up to the clinic, passenger. I'm not the one who needs taking care of.
[Meth is very sure about this.]
And I'm definitely not going anywhere. This is my job. My home.
[She crosses her arms over her chest, not backing up but clearly going no where near him.]
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He chuckles. Do you turn to that strangely familiar laugh or ignore it?]
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Yes, it's actually Tyler this time. Not some passenger who's been aged up with facial hair.]
Something funny?
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This whole boat is hi-fucking-larious!
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Her response is a lazy drawl as she shifts her weight from one foot to another, abandoning trying to clean up the closet for the moment.]
Is that right? What's so hi-fucking-larious about it?
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