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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 12:56 pm
Though it wasn't entirely out of the blue, Wilson would receive a text:Syusaki Text to Wilson: HEY U Are you going to that pajama party tonight?
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 12:58 pm
At least Wilson was already on his phone playing Candy Crush. He was killing this level. He almost dropped his phone as it vibrated. A message??Enoh Love Text to Hattie: theres what?? uh no???
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 1:02 pm
The moment she read the text, Hattie rolled off of her bed and started putting her things together. She grabbed her minipet carrier, some FEAR candies in a bag, and a couple of little toys she had found, that were not at all made from knotting someonf Tommy's old, too-ragged-to-wear-anymore clothes.
Syusaki Text to Wilson: IDK somehere in the dorms!! Can I ask you for a super big favour? I'LL OWE YOU!
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 1:14 pm
At this point, Wilson had switched to fiddling with his Rubik's cube. It was starting to look worn from all the years of use, but it was still useable. He tossed it onto the bed to answer Hattie's latest text.Enoh Love Text to Hattie: depends on how ridiculous it is
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 1:23 pm
To her, all this was sounding an awful lot like I'm not doing anything super important tonight, so she was already out of her own dorm, with her pet carrier and bag, making her way up to the second floor. Wearing only a mens-cut white dress shirt, one that was at least done up to cover anything that needed covering...though it did show a little hint of hot pink in certain places.
Instead of responding to the text, she simply knocked on his door.
"It's me!" She informed the air, loud enough that she was sure he could hear her. "And it's not entirely ridiculous, I promise!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 1:35 pm
He sat on his bed with his legs crossed and the cube in his lap. Wilson idly moved the colored squares around as he waited for the familiar vibration of a new text, but it never came.
Instead, there was a knock on his door. "Ah." He slowly slid off his bed and reached for the door. "Oh?" It took him less than a second to zero in on the pet carrier and bag.
"..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 1:41 pm
"Babysit?" She asked sweetly. If he looked hard enough, he'd notice that the carrier itself was empty. On her shoulder, tucked under some vibrant hair, was a Ghostly kitten, one that faded between a blue fuzzy ghost to a glowing skeleton. It had a collar around its neck, and a leash attached to that.
"It's super cute, see!" The carrier was put down and the kitten was extracted from her hair, just before being held out for Wilson to take.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 1:55 pm
He stared at the empty carrier, and then back to Hattie's face. Wilson caught a glimmer of movement, and he squinted his eyes at the ghost kitten. "Is it supposed to be out of its cage like that?" Didn't minipets need to be in a FEAR-filled environment or something?
Regardless, the man reached out to take the kitten anyways. "Okay."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 5:18 pm
"Normally, no." Harley grinned, letting him take the squirming kitten. "But I'm helping out some Life techs work on runic technology for mini pets. It's the collar! It lets them be out of their carrier for a certain amount of time." She nodded, picking up the carrier again. "But since it's a study I'ma need you to take measurements, if you're okay with that. I have everything recorded in the book in the bag! Along with the tape measure I've been using." She shuffled forward, more or less inviting herself in.
"The collar has to charge overnight too, because it's experimental. The charge cord is also in the bag! Party Cat has to go back in it's carrier at night, which is why I brought this bad boy." She pat the standard issue carrier.
"So, I'd need you to record measurements around 10:00pm, then put Party cat in the carrier, charge the collar, and I'll be back in the morning for morning measurements and to take it home. Is that okay? If you don't want to, I could sneak away from the party for a bit."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 5:58 pm
Ah, this made more sense. He'd thought that the collar was for aesthetic purposes, much like a normal dog or cat with a collar or ribbon tied around its neck. The kitten squirmed, switching between a cat and bones, but the hunter firmly held on. "Let me look through what kind of measurements."
He held the cat with one arm close to his chest so his free hand could grab the bag and somehow rifle through the contents for the book. It took some juggling on his part, but he managed to flip through the pages while continuing to listen to Hattie's explanation. "Okay, I got the gist of it. I don't mind. I can do morning measurements too if you want to stay later."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 6:19 pm
For the purposes of study, Harley's handwriting was clear and concise, like she took her time in printing it and making it neat and legible. There were several columns: A blank one, the time and date, then the length measurements for the whole body, the tail, each leg, overall claws, and eye teeth. She always used the same black pen, and the first blank box on the left of each row was colour coded: yellow highlighter for morning, nothing for the afternoon measurements, and blue for the night ones. There were several rows, one for each time she took a measurement, which seemed religiously three times a day, all around the exact same time. These were the first few pages, but a tab halfway through the note book opened up to actual writing: observations made about the mini pet. Things like temperament, what it had done today, when the feeding times were, and anything else she may have noticed about it.
It was very organized, and suspiciously to the point and prompt for someone like Hattie. Not a ramble anywhere.
"Nah, I'll make my way back here in the morning! You're already being absolutely amazing." She set the rest of the stuff down where it was easy to get at, and then she reached out to take the kitten from Wilson for a moment.
"You be good, Party Cat! Don't stay up too late and bother poor Wilson." She told it, nuzzling it even as it shifted into a skeleton. "Hey, you wanna see something cool before I go?" Her attention was on Wilson now. "I mean, unless you have anything else you wanted to ask."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 8:42 pm
The tidy notes were unusual, but Wilson could understand her desire to keep her data neat and legible. There was no point in doing science if someone couldn’t read the notes, especially if you were trying to read your own. He took note of certain quirks, such as the highlighting, and then shut the book.
“Okay then.” He nodded, plopping the book back into the bag. As Hattie reached for the pet, Wilson let his arm drop and watch her say her temporarily goodbyes to Party Cat. “I’ve yet to be bothered by anything, so,” he started with a sly grin, which melted away into mild confusion. He raised a single brow at her. “Okay?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 12:16 pm
"I left all my pens and stuff in the case! I made sure everything you'd need would be in the bag." Harley nodded, showing a little more of her obsessive nature than she let on.
"Well, between me and the kitten, I think you'll end up at least a little?" It was hard to tell if it was a threat, a promise, or if she were just trying to cover her bases. Still, he agreed to see something cool, and so she put down the kitten and its leash. "Ready, Party Cat?" It stared up at her, gave her a meow that cut off strangely as it turned into a skeleton, and then -
Harley started making noises that sounded suspiciously like untz untz untz, and started to dance to her own, fake beat music. At her feet, the kitten also started to dance, bobbing and wiggling around to the Harley-made music. Hips swayed, arms swerved, and both she and the kitten danced as silly as possible for a moment or two, as if they were alone in the kitchen and feeling goofy.
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