Dance Dance Trouble

[ttlypredleader]

WHO: Terrorsaur ttlypredleader, Cheetor yourlittleguy and Mog mistermoogle
WHERE: Starting at Terrorsaur's apartment, it moves to an abandoned lot...somewhere in the City
WHEN: January 18th - HIGH NOON
WARNINGS: None, save for violence and ~*dance*~
SUMMARY: Terrorsaur lied his way into some trouble in Cheetor's break dancing post. He thinks it's over. It's not.
FORMAT: Quicklog

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[yourlittleguy]

[Cheetor's taken the time to look up Terrorsaur's info, round up Mog, and walk to Terrorsaur's building, so he's sure as hell not going to back out now, even if he knows how incredibly dangerous this is.

All it takes is a running head start, and then off he goes! Up the side of the wall, vault to the opposite building, get a running start on the ledge, jump, land, lather, rinse, repeat, until he's very uncomfortably high up. What he wouldn't give for those jets he used to have in his sides.

But half of this is in the presentation, so off he goes, across the ledge, his hands in his pockets, until he gets to Terrorsaur's window, and "knocks."

BAM! BAM! BAM!]

Hey! Birdbrain!

[ttlypredleader]

[A loud squawk and a tumble off the couch as Cheetor interrupts Potential Plan #34. He's up just as quick, stalking to the window to throw it open and glare furiously.]

You! What the slag do you think you're doing, furball?! [Pause, he starts looking a little uncomfortable] And how did you find me?!

[yourlittleguy]

You had your information plastered all over the network, all I had to do was go get it.

[Cheetor jabs a thumb backwards.]

So, come on.

[ttlypredleader]

[He opens his mouth to protest, but stops.]

..."Come on"?