boothill still looks. insane! but he is behind the barrier hello. he's sitting down, one leg bent, elbow propped on his kneecap. his voice sounds deep and cybernetic, and he has a pointy stepford smile. ]
[ WAAHHH ILL PICK UP OUR THREAD SO WE BACKDATE FOREVER THEN also lets boothill have a kitty nap night where she suffered sleeping on metal man during the week.... that one is for u nat
yeah, that's an insane look of someone that's snapped in some way, she knows that vibe. she slowly crouches down, very feline like, tail slowly swishing behind her. gold eyes watch him unblinking, pupils thinning into needles. ]
You can still lie, so I'm not about to take your word for it.
[ ears pin back with a hard lash of her tail now. ]
Well I ain't your partner. [ of course she has no leverage... which is why she's scowling. STOP BEING RIGHT AND LET HER HAVE HER WAY <-- izutsumi's thoughts ] What was the point of all this?
[ THIS CAN BE SHORT or she can be asleep or something! i know they aren't close but she was still in the rainforest cafe and he still wants to check in on her
he comes by to the hospital after learning where she is, probably later than everyone else. what do young ladies like? he's seen her in interesting clothes he doesn't understand. he's seen her climb on things and be bratty in the barn and be terrified of him in front of the pyre. there's no one like her here that he can help him find a small gift for her.
so. he's seen her eat fish before, probably through the screen in the living. and he used to cook his own fish back when he was human, so he knows how to skin them, how long to smoke it over a fire with a coat of olive oil. he arrives at izutsumi's hospital room with two small, fresh, cooked fish speared on wooden sticks and on a cleaned plate. he knocks lightly before carefully coming in. ]
week 0, monday, barn
he walks right up to her in full slutty cowboy uniform and sets his hands on his hips. ]
You must be Tara.
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[ you come into MY (OUR) BARN AND INSULT ME LIKE THIS... ]
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Hey! What kinda language is that, huh?
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Ain't no need ta' forkin' yell 'bout it. Yer Izutsumi. I got it. Fork me!
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And you're what-- Shoe? [ considering it's izutsumi, she got pretty close first try. ]
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WEEK 0, SATURDAY POST-TRIAL.
anyways Izutsumi is just warily standing here, fur a bit poofed and tail flicking warily. ]
You. What is your monster. [ why did you WHACK OUT LIKE THAT ]
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boothill still looks. insane! but he is behind the barrier hello. he's sitting down, one leg bent, elbow propped on his kneecap. his voice sounds deep and cybernetic, and he has a pointy stepford smile. ]
Let's have a trade, shall we?
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yeah, that's an insane look of someone that's snapped in some way, she knows that vibe. she slowly crouches down, very feline like, tail slowly swishing behind her. gold eyes watch him unblinking, pupils thinning into needles. ]
No tricks. And you answer me first.
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he chuckles. ]
I ain't got no more tricks. [ just lowers his hat. ] And you ain't got no leverage, partner. I don't gotta tell you fudge.
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[ ears pin back with a hard lash of her tail now. ]
Well I ain't your partner. [ of course she has no leverage... which is why she's scowling. STOP BEING RIGHT AND LET HER HAVE HER WAY <-- izutsumi's thoughts ] What was the point of all this?
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Point of all what, little miss?
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WEEK 5, MONDAY.
What do you even do around here.
[ lets you decide where we are!!! ]
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Let's see... I mean, we get all of those places you guys visited each week, but no one's ever wanted to head back there after they come.
[ HMMMM he counts off on his fingers. ]
We got a cat store, but you've probably seen that. Giant skull on the beach. Laser tag. Karma busted up the dang school.
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Kinda get the most of them after going through it once, so don't blame them.
[ wrinkles her nose at the CAT STORE MENTION. but continues to look confused at every mention after, BWUHH??? ] What? Why.
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just looks flatly at her. ]
You met Karma?
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Who? [ THINKING ] Oh, the red haired kid with problems.
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Yeah. Him. He's the one who smashed up the school and flooded it.
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w5 thursday evening/friday morning
he comes by to the hospital after learning where she is, probably later than everyone else. what do young ladies like? he's seen her in interesting clothes he doesn't understand. he's seen her climb on things and be bratty in the barn and be terrified of him in front of the pyre. there's no one like her here that he can help him find a small gift for her.
so. he's seen her eat fish before, probably through the screen in the living. and he used to cook his own fish back when he was human, so he knows how to skin them, how long to smoke it over a fire with a coat of olive oil. he arrives at izutsumi's hospital room with two small, fresh, cooked fish speared on wooden sticks and on a cleaned plate. he knocks lightly before carefully coming in. ]
Cat girl. You in there?
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Izutsumi. And yeah, m'here.
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Izutsumi. Right.
[ is she all mummied up still ]
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she does perk a little, sniffing. ] You have.. fish?
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walking in... he's embarrassed so he looks off towards the ground. ]
I had no clue what sorta thing you like. Saw you eatin' fish once, though, so... I figured you could use somethin' to eat.
[ presents her fish. here u go ]
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I like fish, crab.. meat. Those are my favorite.
[ fish... that she cannot see, i am only learning that Daan was nice to bandage her eyes. help. ]
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