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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 4:00 am
Lawrence as usual was lost in the reactions of other people, not fully understanding why Melvin couldn’t simply hop tracks back to the mood he was in before now that the issues were dealt with. Instead he was warned off of his playful jibes. The immediate response was frustration and irritation, his pride rankled by the fact that he wasn’t enough to fix what was wrong with the blonde man and impatient that they were stuck dealing with ridiculous self-consciousness any longer than they needed to be.
There was no reason for Melvin to think he was inadequate in any way and the fact he did irritated the older man. It was illogical and shouldn’t be the case at all in the first place. Acting wounded by the rejection he stated coldly. “I do not keep company with inferior creatures, therefore you are not inferior in any way.” And without the smile he’d had, he turned away from the other man, turning his attention to Rodney instead who looked heartened by the revised fate of the minipets.
The information about the altar was curious and he couldn’t help but show his interest, looking back over to the tank and the two twin brothers who were clinging still to one another and looking afraid. Again he found himself tempted to simply keep them, to rescue them from whatever fate awaited them and he wasn't sure why, just a whim but one which persisted.
"I might keep the blossillia." he said, aware of their name after killing so many of them on his own as part of his research. They were some of the most visceral of the creatures he'd experimented on internally and bled a great deal. There was something about the dependence of these two however which held his attention. "If there is room in Terry's tank and you are willing to take ownership of their care."
"Cain and Abel." he said, with a faint smirk.
He'd tried asking Butch about minipets himself in the past, but the ghost didn't seem too capable of direct questions and much of what he remembered about anything was riddled with blood and fractured memories of disaster. It did not make a good point of reference.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 4:11 am
He let them go to talk shop. He needed a break.
"I'll see you two at home." And with that he left.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 8:59 am
"Y-yes, I'll...I'd be glad to take care of them," Rodney said. Almost saying Lawrence knew how he felt about them, but that was another him. In that Kingdom, he had an animal shelter...that part, at least, felt close to home.
"Okay," he said to Melvin, somewhat relieved to see him go, not sure if the tight silence was barely restrained violence.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 12:01 pm
Lawrence nodded like it was settled. "Good then. " he said, and gestured at the tanks. "You'd better go get Terry also"
And heading over he fished the two scared minipets out of their holding pen and nimbly placed them into Terry's carrier. "If he eats them, that's his problem, not mine."
"We should get back to Melvin, I'm not about to let him sulk for hours."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 12:29 pm
"Oh, yes, r-right. You should get certified for a carrier too," Rodney said, interrupting Lawrence's placement of the minipets. He crouched and let the minipets sniff each other through the door, and made brief introductions. "Cain, Abel, this is Terry. They'll be staying with you until they can get their own space..."
Terry made some grumpy noises, and turned away to curl up at the end.
He latched the cage door delicately, and waited a little bit without moving or jostling the cage. He really, really hoped they didn't eat each other. But Terry, at least, seemed full of worms and mushrooms. Terry hadn't exactly leaped to Rodney's defense when Melvin had...rushed him.
"Are....are you sure Melvin's okay with having them in the room? It's...his room. He....sounds like he really h-hates them."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 12:39 pm
Lawrence had no intention of getting certified for a carrier. Someone might think he actually wanted to keep pet minipets when he didn't care one way or the other.
The two blossilias moved away from Terry and eyed him with a glazed look of a long day of trauma. The biggest and boldest of the two set himself in front of his bother.
Lawrence shrugged "Then keep them in the house."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 2:15 pm
Rodney nodded. "I think that would be better," he said, "although it's...a temporary solution."
He picked up the cage carefully, trying not to jostle the occupants. Terry lazily scratched himself and rolled over, licking his snout. The other brother looked curiously between Terry and the outside of the cage.
"Do you think he'll still be angry with me?"
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