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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 8:40 pm
Was he singing? He ******** was. It definitely wasn't the kind of genre he really expected either. At least he wasn't out of tune.
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He gave Melvin a solemn look as he loosened his grip and shook his head.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 8:48 pm
For a second there, Melvin thought that the rooster shook it's head, but just shook it off as the bird being a bird - which meant it moved it's head a lot. Seeing as Rep wasn't making any moved to kill him, Melvin took the jacket and slowly loosened it and held it, looking around for some place to put it and just holding it in one hand. "This is going to get washed." He said to himself, looking at the jacket with distaste before giving it a test smell to see how bad it really was and if any smell would be strong enough to excuse a second wash.
What he was surprised to smell was a aroma he knew. It was one he had smelled several times before, and he just stared at his jacket a moment before bringing it close, slowly breathing it. Musky, soft, slight acidic smell, but then a underlying shampoo tone. Was that...Ma-
The machine buzzed as it started to print it's information and Melvin reached over, tearing the paper off read it over.
First he looked confused, then even more confused as he read the figures over, looked at the minipet on his lap, and went back to looking over the paper as he still held the jacket. "What.....that's..." He looked back at the rooster and then slowly moved the rolling chair back to the table to open the book. He checked something, was again confused and then looked at his jacket, then the bird.
He had a theory....but he was feeling a sort of terrible dread just thinking about it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 9:01 pm
Rep narrowed his eyes at Melvin as he implied his jacket would have to be washed just from being wrapped around him. He was clean, spotless even, he'd had a shower before his jungle trek with Harrison. Maybe he smelled a little bit like exercise and shampoo. Maybe. As Melvin looked surprised though, there was a surge of hope in his little rooster heart and he perked up. "Bawkbawk!" he chirped encouragingly.
Perching on Melvin's knee he craned his neck to try and read the paper but to no avail, curious what it might say.
As he looked back to him, Rep puffed up grandly and even preened a little.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 9:09 pm
Setting the paper slowly down but keeping his eyes focused on Rep, Melvin slowly reached and placed his hands on either side of the rooster and held him off his lap, then stood up and held the bird out at arm's reach as if it was a active mine. Slowly setting it on the counter, he held a Fear treat in front of the bird. "If you are a minipet, eat this." He said, setting it at the fart left. Then, slowly, he placed a piece of paper. "If you are..." He seemed to take a moment to even say this. "A person, stand on this paper."
Then, as if waiting for Rep to explode, Melvin stepped back, holding his jacket in his arms.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 9:19 pm
Rep flailed his feet uselessly until he was placed on the counter, standing and ruffling his feathers back into place. He eyed the treat critically at first, all his instincts saying frankly that he should eat it. Tracey sighed irritably.
His expression went carefully blank as he tried to fight the urge to peck the morsel out of Melvin's hand. 
There was a sudden flash of a variety of mental images he really rather would have forgotten, and he flinched in surprise. <<******** HELL DON'T DO THAT>>
He scurried over to the paper while he had his wits about him and stood eyeing him expectantly. Maybe he would still get a treat out of this.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 10:21 pm
The moment Rep sat upon the paper, Melvin wanted to throw up. He had been hanging around with some hunter. Overwhelmed, he set his elbows on the counter and bowed his head, running both hands through his hair and holding the back of his neck a moment as he thought.
After a few minutes, Melvin took out a piece of paper and wrote down some names of people he knew who used that brand of shampoo and then held the paper up. He made sure to write the names rather large. "Peck at your name." It was a sentence he never thought he'd have to say in his entire life. The Life tech looked a bit pink in the face too.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 10:25 pm
Rep squinted at the paper. First upside down before he trotted around to get a better look, checking the list carefully before pecking at the name REP.
He then turned to give Melvin a pleased cluckcluck sound, as if he'd taught the life hunter a very clever trick.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 12:02 am
Of course! It just HAD to be someone he talked to on a regular basis. Why the hell wouldn't it be a stranger he just happened to know the shampoo product they used? Nope. That's how HIS luck worked.
Setting one hand across and the other to hold his face and just set his head down, he just took a moment to process every little thing he had done in Rep's company when he felt he was just a minipet. The tally was high, and he remained just face-palming a moment before adjusting his glasses and sitting down, looking at the bird.
"I hope those fear candies don't poison you." He brought out his phone. "Should I text Jordan or is he just as screwed as you are?" He said, looking at the bird and knowing he probably was all shades of embarrassed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 9:03 am
With Melvin finally aware who he was dealing with, Rep seemed to relax a little, if anything happened to him now it was with the full knowledge he was normally a human, not some chicken thing. There was the little issue of how Melvin managed to recognise him by scent when the other man was too repulsed most of the time to come near anyone. But there had been the shower, which probably explained that at least a little.
He trotted to the edge of the counter and peered at him.
ever listen to me?>
<> Rep growled mentally.
He shook his head at the question about Jordan but it was hard to tell if it was no don't text him or no he wasn't a minipet. Charades were hard work.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 12:59 pm
Melvin stared at Rep and realized he had presented a question that couldn't be easily answered with a nod. Confused, he rolled his chair over to the bird and held up two fingers, one on either hand. "Peck this hand if Jordan is a Minipet. Peck this one if he isn't." He asked. It was probably the best way they could communicate right now. It was also the most ridiculous.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 1:53 pm
There was a manic gleam in the rooster's eyes as he pecked the "not a minipet" hand. Probably a lot harder than he really needed to.
That was for wrapping him in a jacket.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 1:58 pm
He hissed and shook his hand when it was pecked. Even with gloves on, the beak still stung. Rubbing his palm, he then pointed to a spot on the right. "Peck here if you want me to call Jordan. Peck here if you don't want me to." He asked, pointing to the right and then the left on the counter. Pecking hands proved to be a bad idea.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:27 pm
Rep would have grinned if he could, puffing up pompously. He pecked the spot for not wanting Melvin to call Jordan. He felt like, despite being a chicken he was too proud to need to be picked up like a child. Instead he had Melvin to do his bidding which suited him fine anyway. It was still hard to focus, everything distracted him like this, even trying to peck at his own glowy earring when he caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye before looking mildly irritated.
"Buk buk buk" he enlightened with a sage nod.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 3:25 pm
Melvin had wanted to dump Rep off at Jordan's, but that didn't seem ot be the case. The Lifer wanted to ask why, but considering Rep couldn't answer, he was left with dealing with it. Considering Rep had kept Jerry and him safe, it was his turn to return the favor.
"Alright. No Jordan. Do you want to stay here or...go someplace else?" He pointed to the right. "Yes." Point to the Left. "No."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 4:10 pm
Rep wasn't actually sure where he wanted to be, he would have asked Melvin to take him to the cafeteria if he hadn't realised at this point that he probably wouldn't be able to make a mug of hot chocolate. Maybe going back to the room had been the best idea after all, this s**t lasted a full day didn't it?
He gestured for someplace else, and without warning, half jumped, half flapped to try and land on Melvin's shoulder.
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