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[ There's a sea-sick view of a FLOODED bathroom floor suds everywhere and the bath rug all twisted up on itself. The shaking of the camera is due to something that MIGHT be laughter or uh....CRYING???? It's hard to tell with the distorted audio and for those in the desert City this Candid Camera Episode is filled with sudden bursts of static and snow. ]

Yusuf what the hell!? Turn th-- Rhada!

[ Some enthusiastic hissing and an ow overlapping. The camera gets pummeled with wet forepaws and there is a face full of Rhada the Cat - Not Quite Bathed but very Upset Anyway. It knocks the device around so we get a clear-ish shot of Yusuf...who really does look like he's crying....uh. Then there's a loud thud and more reowrrrring and hissing and a wall of sound that's really just a literal wall of glass breaking from Someone running into it. The camera's view however during this time has remained an unsteady hand's view of the tile floor, a scurrying feline, and two sets of feet.

Oh but here's Arthur at least in voice: ]

YUSUF!

[ And here's Yusuf's voice again, laughing/Crying/YUSUFing.... ]

Shall I fetch Biscuit or the glass shard band-aids?

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[diastereomer]

[ Perhaps this is precisely why Rhada is not only Yusuf's favorite but Eames' as well. Her behind has a satisfied sway to it as she saunters back in, even if it doesn't look quite as rounded and fluffy as it usually does (thank you mister Has No Regard For Just How Long I Spend Cleaning Myself With My Cat Food Smelling Tongue), when not wet from a sinkscapade.

Yusuf knows better than to touch her, so he just shakes his curls out. Glass shards have become... a sadly regular thing in the City the past few days. ]

Who ever gave you the impression that cats need to be bathed?

[ Not entirely okay with Rhada toeing around glass shards, Yusuf steers her out of the way with his foot. They're going to have to clean this up, if the broom hasn't turned to glass as well.... ]

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Not a lot. I know they...wash themselves. [ Wrinkling of his expression here but it passes pretty quickly. ] Just once in a while. [ Pushing at the side of his head, he gets a satisfying crack from his neck as he steps across crunching glass, further nudging Rhada out the door to grab the broom from the nearest hall closet. The handle is glass but the bristles are...not. He's noticed lately things are sort of returning in pieces, some more literally than others, to normal. Normalish. To say nothing of the glass of the shower door which won't be hard to replace though it strikes Arthur that all preexisting glass became abruptly more fragile specimens when the whole City took it on.

Inconvenient.

Among other things.

Shaking the shards caught onto his fingers into the wastebin, he shakes his own head in similar manner that Yusuf had, several more pieces of glass freeing themselves for the trouble, dropping with individual pings to the ceramic flooring. ] Try again when there's less breakables. [ Frowning at the mess then at the gash on his arm, the pricks of red from the nearest portion of the shatter, he rolls his eyes. Annoying, particularly with glass band aids. ]