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[blonderazorshiv]

[ A slit pupil surrounded by scales is the first thing immediately noticeable, at least until Blonde grabs his network device off the floor and frowns at it. On the kitchen floor lounges the owner of the eye; a large, incredibly unhealthy looking saltwater crocodile. ]

So, uh... Does anyone know anything about reptiles? Because I don't know about you guys, but I think she's sick.

[ The crocodile hisses, tail lashing before she... speaks? ]

Breakfast first. Then the network.

[ There's a blink from Blonde, and then he shrugs slightly. ]

Right. Well, Ms. Green and I'll just do that while we wait.

[ locked to Saya ]

Might need some help getting this new addition to work.

((ooc: Mr. Blonde has his very own dæmon for the weekend! Italics are the crocodile.))

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[synanthrope]

I've been thinking about it. I'm always working on side projects in my spare time.

[She crooks her head so she's just flicking her eyes his way]

I thought you might appreciate it more than a gun rack.

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[blonderazorshiv]

[ Only because he prefers to have his gun on him. ]

I doubt Carla would mind.

[ The landlord's a different story, but he doesn't really give a shit. ]

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[synanthrope]

Ask her. It might take a day to install but I can build the door in the garage.

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[blonderazorshiv]

[ He doubts she'd mind Saya being over for the day, either. ]

I'll do that.

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[synanthrope]

Perfect.

[She gives him a smile, and starts heading out the door]

I'll see you when you are less occupied, Mr. Blonde.