[As helpful as ever, Ted's journal lies open on the kitchen counter. Atop the cupboards, a cockroach skittered through dust. And then it flashed white.
And now there's a 33-year old man sprawled atop the cupboards. Disoriented, as well. With a groan, he rolls--
And there's a couple loud bangs and thuds in the kitchen.]
FUCK! What the hell?!
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Who's currently sitting a few feet away from you and watching with an amused expression. What's up, architect?]
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Wooahhh, uh, hiii there...
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Chill, man. He's not going to eat you.]
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Ohhh lord. Please tell me you're a resident.
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Relax, civvy.]
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Uh. You new here...?
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Nope, not new. Hasn't been for quite awhile.]
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Yeah, no idea how he was going to make it obvious that he was actually Rookie, which is why Ted is simply going to get a leopard snort and a small shake of his head.]
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What? Are you hungry? Here.
[He wishes up a good-sized Tuna and tosses it onto the floor beside him.]
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Rook gives Ted the closest thing to a lineface that he could manage, before he carefully moves to stand up. There's a couple seconds where he just lets his head lazily turn to stare at the fish, considering it, before he just snorts and obediently picks it up in his mouth.
At least it was a change from having raw steak, anyway, so he's just going to curl up besides Ted and start gnawing away at it if the architect hadn't moved.]
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He jumps slightly when the fur brushes against his leg, and he looks down. He then shakes his head, muttering to himself, 'Crazy cat...' before flipping through the pages.]
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