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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace is sitting cross-legged outside, leaned against the trunk of a hoary old oak

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[mogget_cat]

Oh, don't mind him. That particular tool deserved pouncing.

Really, it did!

[nitro_is_ace]

"D'y'think y'can hand that to me once you're done chewin' on it?" Ace asks drily, utterly ignoring her own, almost involuntary, twitch in response when he pounced. Stupid Cheetah."

[mogget_cat]

"Of course," he answers, though makes little move to do so for quite a while as he examines the tool. Eventually he hands it over (ignore the momentary opposable thumb), asking, "What does it do?"

[nitro_is_ace]

There's a long pause while she considers this question, and then she mentally apologizes for each and every time she got into a snit over his lack of explanation about this thing or that. She can't honestly come up with a good answer to Yrael's question that won't take a good hour.

"... it goes boing sometimes."