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Bismuthite might have seemed to be assessing Serandite, as she approached, but really he wondered why she did so. Maybe he was a little too jumpy...guarded. Even with those who were to be his comrades. However all that would go away as another small bout of caught came, and he gladly accepted the water.

"Thank you. I...really wasn't paying any attention to what I'd picked up before. ...just something to get rid of the scratch," he felt the need to explain. Perhaps it was an old habit of saving face. Although whatever he'd had before, it had only made his throat burn. The water was much more appropriate, and again he thanked the general, giving uncertain, quick, faltering, tight-lipped smiles.

Ilmenite made a very soft sound at Tanzanite's enthusiasm, hesitating uncertainly; that look in her eye made him uncomfortable, certain that this poor little kitten was about to meet a very unfortunate end. As such, he chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, scratched under the terrified creature's chin, and leaned in a little as he finally set the fluffball down into Benoitite's arms.

"For the love of God, don't let her eat it, alright?" His voice was low. Likely not low enough for Tanz to miss the words, though.

"I see." Serandite took his explanation with a thoughtful murmur, taking Bismuthite at face value. But to her, that was all the value it was-- a scratch in his throat that made the poor negaverse officer throw up his stomach contents. She assumed it was the spiked drink--

-- not that Serandite ever had a sip of alcohol. Serandite merely assumed that alcohol was a bad bad thing to always steer away from. "Don't drink sweet things. It'll make your throat worse. The sugar, I mean." Serandite warned him with a carefree demeanor of someone who wasn't suffering from the same symptoms. She turned her gaze to watch the show in front of them, Tanazanite versus the kitten.

A wonderful show, really.

He'd never vomited, and if he had known Serandite thought whatever vomit she did see was his, he'd of been offended. It probably belonged to some very green lieutenant who had been at the party. But no, he'd only been coughing up a lung, not stomach contents.

"Well, thanks for the advice," he said, with scarcely an ounce of true thanks in his words. He found it hard to be humble, and hard to graciously accept the help and advice of others. Still, he was making an effort. A valiant one at that, if you were to ask him. However with his thanks he took a long stride, then another, away from the General - best to get away before he really did get annoyed. And of course, it was not Serandite's fault, Bismuthite was just... Well, who knew, really?

And with that, he too turned his attention to the kitten fiasco. He looked deadpan, which turned into a look that probably made him look high, as he had already been wearing the weary expression of someone who should have been in bed. But seriously, a kitten? If Bismuthite had gotten Tanzanite...Aree anything it probably would have been a copy of 101 Things Lodged Inside the Human Body, or something equally hilarious and gruesome. Then again that might not have bode well for other members of the Negaverse if she had decided to reenact one of those scenes. He would have really hated to be the one with the bicycle pump lodged up his a**...

“Well, at least I’ll know to make something up if they call my phone and ask how the kitten is, and they won’t think you forgot it in a closet as a Christmas surprise.” He said somewhat bemused into the rim of his cup. “You may have to tell me about that job though.” He teased lofting an eyebrow and then turning his gaze towards Benitoite with an odd look in his eyes and a soft ‘Hrmmm’ sound, though nothing more came of it.

“Am I going to find anything extra at the apartment or are we safe from tiny pointy things for a little while longer?”