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[boundbyhell]

Al is notorious for stealing weapons.

...er, he would be, if anyone he's ever stolen them from knew it was him. But he does do it a lot. That's why he's in the weapons locker, rummaging through all of the crap in it in an attempt to create his own little stockpile of weaponry.

He stops when he finds something rather odd. Is that...? Why, yes, yes it

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[fastandferal]

Cheetor was going into the room to do a little inventory. (A little inventory because, well, there's a lot of stuff in here!) He has his Silent Hill journal and a freaky flesh pencil from Stacy, both in his mouth as he enters in beast mode.

He sets them on the ground. Then says, "Cheetor, Maxi-- oh, hey, Spawn."

[boundbyhell]

Al takes another swig of wine before saying "Al. My name's Al."

[fastandferal]

Cheetor accepts this with a nod. "Okay, Al."

He takes a few steps closer to Al - nothing to interfere with the guy's personal space, but just to get a better look and sniff at what he's drinking. "Where'd you get that?" he asks excitedly.

[boundbyhell]

He points with a thumb into the weapons locker. If that's all, he's going back to his drink, thank you very much.

[fastandferal]

Surprised, "Seriously?" But why would Spawn lie about it? Then he grins. "Wow, now I have an extra reason to do inventory."

But first!

"Good to see you got back okay." Cheetor means this, mostly because it means he doesn't have to feel guilty about abandoning Spawn - though he'd deny that motive if asked.

[boundbyhell]

Al stares at him for a few seconds.

"...huh?"

You see, Cheetor, Al fights giant creepy monsters all the time. This time didn't particularly stick in his mind either.

[fastandferal]

"...From fighting the huge healing freaks with the masks and the swords?" Cheetor clarifies, confused.

Not like Cheetor knows Al's in the creepy monster fighting business.

[boundbyhell]

There is more staring.

"Oh, that."

He shrugs slightly and goes back to his wine.

[fastandferal]

"Good to see you're so modest about it," Cheetor mutters sarcastically.

[boundbyhell]

That just earns Cheetor a Look.

And when Al does a Look, it's a particularly creepy Look.

[fastandferal]

Cheetor shifts back a tiny bit. Eeek. It's like Depth Charge, only worse, because at least you knew what his issues were.

And then he just stares back, acting like he totally didn't flinch.

[boundbyhell]

"You flinched," Al says. There's almost a creepy Nelson-like 'Ha-ha!' tone to his voice.

[fastandferal]

What fur Cheetor has on his hackles lifts. His jaw clenched tight, Cheetor--

-- shoves his beast mode instincts aside and tries to be a Maximal. "You're one creepy slag-sucker, all right?" he admits.

[boundbyhell]

That gets a chuckle out of Al.

After a moment, he picks up one of the other bottles of wine he's got and offers it to Cheetor.

"Care to join me?"

He doesn't know if robots can drink, but he'll offer any way.

[fastandferal]

Cheetor blinks a few times, then nods. "Sure. Stuff's still gonna be there after a drink." Pause. "Well, minus some bottles.

"Maximize!" And up he goes into robot mode, only to promptly sit down and take the bottle.

[boundbyhell]

"Minus all of them, if I have anything to say about it."

Dear lord, is he being....witty?!