Lockon's jaw nearly hit the floor when the pair went rampaging past him. "Hey!" He took off at a run after the feline and the redundant robot. "You two, get back here!!"
Dammit! "My Haro is not a yarn ball!" Lockon cried after them, sounding pretty defeated already. No matter how he tried to run he simply couldn't catch them, when ever he got close, the chase seemed to change direction and he would loose ground. "Come on kitty, let me have my Haro back, and I'll... I'll find your some tuna or... something!"
[Now THAT is how you attempt to persuade a cat. The moment you promised to give him something... a FISHY something he leaped forward and stopped Haro in his paws, keeping the small automata close to his diminutive body and fixing Lockon with a cool feline look.]
Promise? Lots. of. fish?
[Given Lockon's a sniper he would notice that the cat was still looking tense in certain places, ready to dart off and begin yet another chase sequence should anything be attempted.]
"Anything you want kitty, anything at all! Haro isn't a toy, he's a piece of precision technology. I need him!" Lock felt quite silly pleading with a cat, but if Haro was damaged in anyways, Lockon would be unable to pilot Dynames with efficiency. But the Cat looked ready to run, so slowly, Lockon squatted down and reached out his hand. "Please give me back my friend, and I'll take you to the kitchen myself."
[And with that Vlaska promptly pushed Haro over to Lockon. Clearly though someone had NOT taught him how to ensure that the other person keeps their end of the bargain.]
Lockon scooped up Haro in one arm, and gave him a very firm look. A sad, defeated soft of whistle came from his droid, and Lockon smiled at him.
And then to the cat he reached out his other arm. "Come on then." Lockon had no intention of lying, especially to a strange talking cat. "I promised you fish, let's go find some. What do you say, uh.... what's your name?"
Lockon's jaw nearly hit the floor when the pair went rampaging past him.
"Hey!" He took off at a run after the feline and the redundant robot. "You two, get back here!!"
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No. I. Play. with. Ha. Ro.
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Dammit!
"My Haro is not a yarn ball!" Lockon cried after them, sounding pretty defeated already. No matter how he tried to run he simply couldn't catch them, when ever he got close, the chase seemed to change direction and he would loose ground.
"Come on kitty, let me have my Haro back, and I'll... I'll find your some tuna or... something!"
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Promise? Lots. of. fish?
[Given Lockon's a sniper he would notice that the cat was still looking tense in certain places, ready to dart off and begin yet another chase sequence should anything be attempted.]
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"Anything you want kitty, anything at all! Haro isn't a toy, he's a piece of precision technology. I need him!" Lock felt quite silly pleading with a cat, but if Haro was damaged in anyways, Lockon would be unable to pilot Dynames with efficiency. But the Cat looked ready to run, so slowly, Lockon squatted down and reached out his hand.
"Please give me back my friend, and I'll take you to the kitchen myself."
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[And with that Vlaska promptly pushed Haro over to Lockon. Clearly though someone had NOT taught him how to ensure that the other person keeps their end of the bargain.]
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Lockon scooped up Haro in one arm, and gave him a very firm look. A sad, defeated soft of whistle came from his droid, and Lockon smiled at him.
And then to the cat he reached out his other arm.
"Come on then." Lockon had no intention of lying, especially to a strange talking cat. "I promised you fish, let's go find some. What do you say, uh.... what's your name?"
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[And the russian blue scampered over happily to the sniper at the prospect of fish.]
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"Well Vlaska, let's go see what we can't find in the kitchen."
"Find some Fish! Find some Fish!
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[The cat tilted his head a little, looking from Lockon and Haro to the part of the kitchen where they kept everything.]
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