029. Black Dog

[icarustattoo]

[It's taken him longer than he'd thought, between people blowing shit up and world changes and evil guys needing to be socked in the face.

But finally, his Cool Guy Cabin is complete.

So, Brock's out in the woods on the front porch of this totally badass cabin of his, dictating into the journal.]

[Filtered from any jackass who might fuck up my

Comments

[furriendly]

[No kids????]

Aww, why not?

[icarustattoo]

'cause you guys have your own places to hang out. There's like an arcade or something, right?

[furriendly]

But what if I wanted to visit to say hello? In person?

[icarustattoo]

... Nepeta, are you making a sad face right now.

[furriendly]

...pawssibly.

1/2

[icarustattoo]

[icarustattoo]

... fine. You can come visit me. Like, if you want.

[STUPID SADFACE CATGIRLS]

[furriendly]

Really?!

[She always knew Mr. Brock had a soft side!]

[icarustattoo]

[Mr. Brock is a big ol' softy, it's true! Just don't spread it around, he has a reputation, you know.]

Yeah ... I guess. But don't screw anything up while you're here.

[furriendly]

Don't you worry! I will be the purrfect guest.

[icarustattoo]

[Cat puns ...]

I trust you.

[furriendly]

Yaaaay!

[Now Brock should be on his guard, because someday, when he least expects it, she will be there at his door.

Making this face.]

[icarustattoo]

[Oh god ... what hath he wrought ...]

I guess.