A little bit of business...

[tamaratalk]

Who: Tamara, ot Gerald / Wolf / Malone / Clive / MJ / Morri

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[just_so_smooth]

Clive, satisfied that everyone would be talking for awhile, dug into his steak. This was more like it -- get the ball rolling and then sit back and wait to be told to break a face or something.

[silver_or_gold]

"Well... I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one of my particular talents," Gerald said. "So the fact that technically they could send people to slip into your building through the air vents and stab you all in your sleep is problematic."

[mi_malone]

Malone dropped his fork, a wide-eyed terrified stare on his face.

He also dropped all semblance of decorum and clung to Wolf's arm. "....no."

[silver_or_gold]

"Yeah." Gerald abruptly disappeared in a cloud of mist, then re-coalesced on the other side of the table to mock-claw at Michael. "Grarr."

[mi_malone]

Malone shrieked like a girl, and clambered up onto Wolf's lap, looking absolutely freaked out.

"EEEEEEEeeeEEEE!"

[the_army_wolf]

Wolf petted Malone and chuckled. "Settle, Michael. It's alright."

[mi_malone]

"Scary," Malone said, staring across the table at Gerald like he might grow fangs and claws.

He reluctantly dismounted Wolf's lap and settled back into his own chair.