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Caritas, Friday Evening
After yesterday, Fjord had been wary about coming in to work today. Hell, just not going outside at all would've been his first choice, if he didn't have a commitment to see to today. And he wasn't calling out on account of talking cats, dammit. He outright refused.
So imagine the look on his face when he came in to Caritas to see that Tino had invited half the strays on the island in for some kind of open mic night with the zombies, on the grounds that at least now that they could speak, maybe it wouldn't just be caterwauling.
"... They stay over there by the stage and you're on zombie duty tonight," Fjord muttered, shooting Tino a look. "Either of those things changes, and you're all gettin' hauled out by the scruff."
"Even me?"
"Especially you, Tino."
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So imagine the look on his face when he came in to Caritas to see that Tino had invited half the strays on the island in for some kind of open mic night with the zombies, on the grounds that at least now that they could speak, maybe it wouldn't just be caterwauling.
"... They stay over there by the stage and you're on zombie duty tonight," Fjord muttered, shooting Tino a look. "Either of those things changes, and you're all gettin' hauled out by the scruff."
"Even me?"
"Especially you, Tino."
[OOC: Open!]
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"Zounds, Fjord," she breathed out, "you just can't catch a break with these blasted cats this week, can you?"
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"I hate this week and wanna go back to the place with the giant murder bugs," Fjord muttered, about two seconds away from just resting his face on the top of the bar and dying there. "Please, gimme back the fuckin' murder bugs."
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So she debated, and then reached out to give him three light, consoling, awkward pats on the head. "There, there," she offered, confirming what she knew all too well and that was that 'consoling' wasn't extactly on her list of skills. "Just think, if things go the way they have been, this'll all be over soon enough, anyway. You want....you want I should maybe call Zack, see if we can borrow a few puppies from the shelter to chase 'em out? I'd offer the Crumbler, but I don't think she'll fit through the doors. An' I'm sure we can sneak up to the school tomorrow and rig up some murder bugs in the Danger Shop, if you want?"
Yeah, sure, she knew the murder bugs weren't really the point, but she was a problem solver, a little brainstorming couldn't be helped.
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"Wouldn't be fair to the puppies," Fjord sighed. "I think they'd end up in the pond."
... Not that most of the puppies would necessarily mind the pond.
"Have half a mind to say the bar's only for payin' customers tonight, but..." He waved vaguely at the cats as he straightened up again. "... They're already here."
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He sneezed again.
"I don't got this."
Dammit.
"Fine. Fine, I'm goin' home. At the very least, there ain't no damn cats at home. But I'm not gonna enjoy it. Hidin' inside because the whole damn island is full of cats..."
Someday, Fjord would discover antihistamines.
Today was not that day.
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Boredom would be the death of him.
Probably via cats.