WAT.

[orangecatbird]

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[shinymetalboots]

[And here comes flaily-rage. Necrofear is trying to remember how that whole breathing/speaking interaction is meant to work, a process complicated by the fact that she's small and hairy and full of abominable digestive organs again, and she sure ain't happy about it.]

Ffft--YOU!

[orangecatbird]

...!!! [He tries to utilize the type-writer, but drops it. He'll settle on an angry glare.]

[shinymetalboots]

[As if that poor typewriter hasn't enough dents in it already. She hops up and down in uncoordinated agitation.]

Mind what you're doing with my fancy and fabulous form as well as my possessions, *oops, breath* you vile, shape-stealing menace! And you'd best not have scuffed my finish--

[Stopping to breathe really isn't any fun at all. She glowers as she inhales deeply.]

[orangecatbird]

[He's not very happy either, and just to show it, an eye laser fires off randomly due to his rage.]

[furrypharoah]

ACK!!

[hisses. He remembers Necrofear!]

[orangecatbird]

[Gasp! A cat! Surely he would help! Caturday stagger/clatters towards him, losing his balance and falling over with a loud bang.]

[furrypharoah]

MRRRAAOW MRAAAOW!!

[snarl hiss, and have a bat of a paw at your head]

[orangecatbird]

[Ooooh stop that!! I wish I could talk dammit! He rolls about, trying to get up and only manages it with extreme difficulty, staggering away from the angry kitty.]

[toddlerface]

...MAMA?

[orangecatbird]

...?

[toddlerface]

[It peers up at her curiously, then raises two tentacles.]

MAMA! HAHG?

[orangecatbird]

[And this is something he's been practicing more or less so he gladly reaches down to hug the tentacle'd child.]