Afterwards, Guppy will be totally unable to describe what impending PROWM felt like, except for comparing it to being a piece of sausage meat about to be repackaged into a sausage
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There is a certain weasel sitting on the sofa in question, lounging in a space far too large for him and watching the diving bunny with some amusement. He's not quite so amused when the sofa budges over though, and he's trying to take a peek at wtf the bunny managed to do.
"All right, how'd you do it and how do I do it?"
Everyone he knows seems to be human again already. Well, everyone as in.. Miniver and.. that's it.
"Food? That's it?" He settles back into his comfortable lounging, legs crossed and tail twitching idly. "You're asking a favour from me and you actually expect free food to be enough payment?"
"You seem to forget one important factor," he retorts, picking at a claw boredly as if checking his nails, "you and I are not the same person. I need payment. I don't do free favours. They require money or.. something equally shiny and valuable."
Guppy facepalms from inside his confined space. He never imagined when he woke up this morning that he'd be negotiating the acquisition of underpants with a weasel.
"Several million in your current UK sterling pounds."
He pauses a moment to consider the payment before adding on a different option, ".. Or, the safety to continue getting free stuff from Life Support without being confronted constantly with you two trying to get me speak out about myself."
In weasel brains, those two are very equal in value.
"Well the million pounds is definitely out, because really, I don't have enough money to buy myself chairs right now. And I'm not sure if I can agree to the other without consulting Miniver. He might want to be friendly to you. But you can certainly continue to get free food, and you really don't have to talk about anything you don't want to."
After several minutes of hmmming, the weasel pushes himself up with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes, "All right, fine."
It's possible that he's just been winding Guppy up. He's not always a bad guy, he just likes to pull pranks as much as the next weasel.
Hopping off the sofa, he works his way over to bar, coming back shortly after, dragging a bag of something more than just underpants and depositing within arms reach. There's jeans and a tshirt in there too because he doesn't need to see a half naked Guppy.
The weasel takes his spot on the sofa once more as he watches the former-bunny emerge, unable to arch a brow in his current form but you can practically hear the expression in his tone, "Smooth, Mister Sandhu, very smooth."
"All right, how'd you do it and how do I do it?"
Everyone he knows seems to be human again already. Well, everyone as in.. Miniver and.. that's it.
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Beat.
"Don't come back here."
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"Why not?" That amused tone of his is also imagined by Guppy, for sure.
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Beat.
"Hey, um, Chiffre? You wouldn't mind fetching some underpants from Bar for me would you please? I'm sure I could find you some food or something."
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Shiny is a love of weasels.
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Guppy facepalms from inside his confined space. He never imagined when he woke up this morning that he'd be negotiating the acquisition of underpants with a weasel.
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He pauses a moment to consider the payment before adding on a different option, ".. Or, the safety to continue getting free stuff from Life Support without being confronted constantly with you two trying to get me speak out about myself."
In weasel brains, those two are very equal in value.
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"Well the million pounds is definitely out, because really, I don't have enough money to buy myself chairs right now. And I'm not sure if I can agree to the other without consulting Miniver. He might want to be friendly to you. But you can certainly continue to get free food, and you really don't have to talk about anything you don't want to."
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After several minutes of hmmming, the weasel pushes himself up with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes, "All right, fine."
It's possible that he's just been winding Guppy up. He's not always a bad guy, he just likes to pull pranks as much as the next weasel.
Hopping off the sofa, he works his way over to bar, coming back shortly after, dragging a bag of something more than just underpants and depositing within arms reach. There's jeans and a tshirt in there too because he doesn't need to see a half naked Guppy.
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He emerges less from gracefully, his limbs trying to do a bunny hop and sending him smack into the nearby table. He blinks at it and wiggles his nose.
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"What do you want to eat?"
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Needle-like teeth are presented in a sort of grin, either that, or he's about to bite something. Hopefully it's the former though.
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"I don't think the bar does mice."
He eyes him. "And I hope you didn't ask for that in front of Miniver."
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