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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:09 pm
"W-well... uh, I haven't met Moreau yet. I'm not sure I want to. I'd probably punch 'im. 'Im and Sabin." Her eyes narrow. "Ooooh, I've got werds for Sabin."
"But...but! Youuuu are a smart guy, like I said. I mean, if you were gonna go feral, woudn't you have done it already? Doin' pretty well for someone with new bewbs..." Dee bites her lower lip. "Unfortunately, I don't think my extra bras would fit you... and 'til we get a measurin' tape or find a pair that fits, yer out of luck."
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:23 pm
Richard purred in agreement to the sentiment of Sabin and Moreau needing a beating, smiling toothily.
"I jus stubborn." And if to demonstrate that started to struggle to her feet. She hooked her claws into the bar stools on either side of her pulled, her tail lashing wildly behind her attempting to find a balance. "Justh needth a tape measurth? They got in tool shed." She managed to pull her self up but she clung to the stools for dear life.
"I miss stand n whizing." It was a total random declaration.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:36 pm
"I...always wondered wha' it'd be like to be able t' write your name in the snow like that..." Dee grins. "An' yeah, a tape measurer from th' shed should work."
She frowns suddenly and peers over the bar, wondering about her catch in the cooler. "Shoot...I better get those clams to the freezer b'fore they go bad. Er, they should be fine, but unless I'm gonna eat them the day I get 'em I like to freeze 'em. Keeps 'em juicy." Dee looks over at Richard quizzically. "Do you like seafood? I'm hoping to get enough for a lil' party."
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:43 pm
Richard peers over the bar after Dee, sniffing the air. "Seafood?" She licks her lips. A tentacle shoots out and adheres to he cooler and pulls the lid off, revealing Dee's catch. It looks delicious and the tentacles slowly begin to pull themselves into a striking postion.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:52 pm
Dee's eyes widen. She doesn't mind if Richard helps herself, and she's too polite to say 'just leave enough for someone else to enjoy.' "Er, yeah, there are clams and some crabs...but watch out for the urchin...I was gonna make sushi with that one if i' had any roe 'nside." Jeeze, the old fart's worse than Billy. Must be the tentacles.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:05 pm
The tentacles strike, but the cat woman is still to drunk to be at all accurate both tentacles narrowly missing the cooler and striking the dirty floor of the bar, the taste of which fills her mouth. "Blagh" she cries out as the tentacle retunr. She spits and hisses to get the taste from her tongue. She sits on the bar stool behind her, tongue hanging out of her mouth.
She looks up at Dee with a miserable look, "Home?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:08 pm
Outstanding... Dee thinks to herself as she watches the feline. The tentacles transfer the taste to her tongue? Wow.
"Oh! Oh yeah... I think we've both had enough," Dee hiccups and climbs down off her seat. Grabbing her flippers and mask, she staggers in back of the bar and retrieves her bag. "Would you like a snack for the road?" she asks, picking up one of the clams and holding it out towards Richard.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:18 pm
Richard was well beyond words at the moment, her head so fuzzy that words were no longer coming to her mind. She takes the clam, licks it once experimentally, then bites the shell in half with her teeth, she pulls the crack halves from her mouth, licking them clean of meat with her rough tongue.
Once done with her meal she stands and wobbles over to Dee. Before Dee can protest Richard has embraced the awkard naturalist and rubbing the side of her muzzle against Dee's cheek. A simple thankyou in Richard's addled mind.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:25 pm
Dee has known a few friendly housecats in her time...and this was oddly familiar. Instead of flinching away, pauses for a split second and returns the hug. "Y-you're welcome, Richard," she replies with a little grin. "Now c'mon...lets get you home, huh? Some water'd do both of us good."
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:32 pm
Richard gave a rowl of agreement and she leaned heavily on the smaller woman. Ancient memories of having to be helped home from bars flickered. Those memories were before Cathy, back in college. She trusted Dee to get her home and let her direct the pair as they staggered down the beach toward the village.
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