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[wither_wilt]

Salah has his jacket over his head as he charges into the Wasteland, trips over a chair, and all and all, makes an even bigger fool of himself as he tries to escape the rain outside

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[bass_line_blues]

"Wimp," says a slightly dripping Preston, very quietly.

[wither_wilt]

"Am not." Salah mutters.

Click goes Salah's brain. Preston has been gone for weeks! There is no Preston to mock him! But lo, there is! There is a Preston! A wet Preston!

"Preston!"

Salah does some sort of gymnast move that allows him to tackle Preston around the waist and bring the werewolf down. Tequila is smooshed between them and makes very grumpy noises about his sudden change in situation.

"You're back!" Squish, squish! Salah missed you, Preston!

[bass_line_blues]

Preston is laughing aloud, and pounds Salah on the back - either in friendship or as a sign that he is being scratched by a rather irritated cat. Or both!

"Not for long if you don't let me breathe, man!"

It would be a tragic irony if after weeks in the wilderness Preston were to be brought down now.

[wither_wilt]

Salah rolls and keeps one arm around Tequila to prevent kitty from making an escape.

"Tequila missed you."

[bitingmybullet]

"You know we've got a 'no pets' policy, right?"

[wither_wilt]

Wet Salah holds up wet Tequila for Gwen's inspection.

There might be some lip quivering.

[bitingmybullet]

"Get the cat out of my face." She waves a finger. "Or I will chase her up a tree."

[wither_wilt]

He hugs Tequila to his chest and covers his furry ears.

"...wow. That was mean."

[k_gabriel]

"...Maybe because you're carrying him around in a bag?" Karla suggests, offering a hand to Tequila for sniffing.