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[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[attempting to wash the cat...





...failing]

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[open-flame.livejournal.com]

No, Luke. That would be 'petting the kitty' or if you're a guy 'training the dragon'

[eeps and gets splashed]

Get a towel, damn it!

[microwavehero.livejournal.com]

Why? What are you....
[Sees the kitty in the tub and freezes]

HOLY SHIT! THAT THING'S ARMED AND DANGEROUS!

[Backs the fuck away]

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

I don't believe in declawing. It's...cruel.

{as the angry cat flails around and yowls]

Oh, come on! You've faced scarier stuff than this! Help me.

[microwavehero.livejournal.com]

Abolutely NOT!

[His hands start glowing red as he backs into the hall.]

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[she may find Luke's fear of an angry house cat to be a bit, well...wussy]

Just go wait in the kitchen if you're gonna freak out. There's beer in the fridge.

[microwavehero.livejournal.com]

[Scrambles the hell out of there]

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[finishes, with only minimal scratches, and heads down stairs]

Well, now that that's over, what can I do for you Luke?

[ignore the bleeding, and the fact she finished that beer she grabbed in about 2 gulps]

[microwavehero.livejournal.com]

Did you drown it?

[He shudders visibly]

I was wondering if that Dr. Johnson guy had any info about that design carved into my leg.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

No, I didn't drown it. You never know what a cat might be, Luke. Or what it might do to you if you're not nice to it.

[she sits down at the kitchen counter, fiddling with the beer can in her hands]

You mean Dr. Jones? [she nods] We sent a few image files and a blood sample to New Mexico. He's sort of swamped out there right now, but from what he can see you're medically fine. He said of your head started to spin around or you puke pea soup them we should panic. [eyeroll] That's Mutt for you.

[she looks down at Luke's leg] Is it healing at all?



OOC: I play Dr. Jones, finished_school, so if you want him to come to Jersey or Luke to go to New Mexico that can be arranged.

[microwavehero.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, sure, that does a lot to soothe my fear of cats, Liz. Thanks.

[Luke tugs up his pant leg so she can see. The skin's bruised and mottled purple and green and while the marks looked healed they now appear as angry, red lines on his skin.]

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

Just being honest.

[sighs and looks his leg over] Yeah, we're going to have to have Dr. Jones look at that. [scowls] Jack got something on his chest like that when he took me on my first real mission...long story short, he about killed me and I had to shoot him in the face. So...get in the car, OK?

[microwavehero.livejournal.com]

[Well, NOW he's nervous about the marks. He was thinking maybe it wasn't anything big but...]

Okay. [Meek luke is meek.]

(( ooc: did you want me to set up a new post for visiting Dr.Jones, bb? ))

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

[Smiles reassuringly]

Don't worry, Mutt doesn't bite. He growls and grumbles a lot, but he doesn't bit.

OOC: Suuuuure.