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notintehkitchen[After several attempts to turn on the PCD with no proper thumbs, Pyro or Chibi Momo appears on the screen yapping. Placing her paw on the screen, she taps at it and barks again. Unaware, Chibi Momo has not understood that turning into a dog means speaking dog as well. The barks in her ears sound like perfect English.]
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Date: 2012-01-17 12:51 am (UTC)I can't do that. Can't let myself do that, anyway. Even if we didn't work together, I'm too old for gettin' mixed up like that. I'm a professional. And besides, I think she was Medic's girl. Or Truckie's. It's hard to tell with her. She don't give very clear answers.
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Date: 2012-01-17 01:00 am (UTC)(You're too sweet, Mr. Hawk. Too sweet...)
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Date: 2012-01-17 01:27 am (UTC)[As much as he tried to keep it out of his tone, that embittered denial still clung to his words. He took relief in the thought that such things were beyond dogs.]
She'll find someone else. It's all a matter of me getting out of there.
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Date: 2012-01-17 01:44 am (UTC)[Sitting there curiously, she pondered how she could get through to him in a way he'd understand. Everytime she opened her mouth she could only bark. Looking at the PCD around her neck, she began to have an idea.
Swinging it off of her, she used her nose to push it at angle that Sniper would be able to read the words before attempting to type with a single flumsy claw.]
Pyrfdfdo dnoootn leve herrr.
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Date: 2012-01-17 02:13 am (UTC)RED couldn't help but be surprised, though- he rubbed the pup between the ears.]
Right smart dog, bein' able to do that. Not sure what you're tryin' to tell me, but there's more to you than meets the eye, apparently.
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Date: 2012-01-17 02:24 am (UTC)As he petted her, her eyes lowered and she carefully typed out each letter without making a single mistake.
The words that appeared on the screen were as follows:]
Don't leave Pyro.
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Date: 2012-01-17 03:08 am (UTC)His color shifted from pale to red, his embarrassment apparent. It took him another moment to convince himself that this was still Chibi, the pup he trusted. Dogs were faithful beings, and though he could communicate with others, that didn't mean he would. He'd indicated he couldn't talk, after all. And communicating with letters was obviously an effort more trouble than it was worth.
... Unless he felt the message was important, that was. There were certain things that could be expressed without words, but some things took more.
RED pushed his hand under his hood, running it through his hair as he decided to just accept it for now. Chibi could understand the Queen's English and type it to a minimal degree. It was just another oddity of Paradise, right up there with the rest of the talking animals.]
I already told you why I have to. It's complicated. Stuff ya probably don't understand.
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Date: 2012-01-17 05:41 am (UTC)Do not run away from your feelings. You'll regret it like I did.
Please, listen to me. Just this one time. Listen.
Go talk to Pyro.
[When she finished she realized just how much she had typed. Immediately to Sniper she'd probably look like the smartest dog in existence. She felt bad about using Chibi's body for her own selfish needs but there was no other way to stop him from running.
She'd like to think Chibi would tell him not to run away too.]
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Date: 2012-01-17 06:15 am (UTC)I'm not gonna do that. There's nothing to talk about with her.
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Date: 2012-01-17 06:23 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-01-17 06:52 am (UTC)You wouldn't. I said those things to you in confidence.
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:13 am (UTC)You're old enough not to run away from your problems. Don't do it, not here.
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:35 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-01-17 10:14 am (UTC)You'll make her cry a whole bunch.
It won't be good for anyone.
Who will feed you and take care of you?
I need you to be taken care of by her so you can take care of me.
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Date: 2012-01-17 10:29 am (UTC)And let's be honest- you don't need me to take care of you. You do that better than I do.
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Date: 2012-01-17 10:46 am (UTC)I thought Mr. Hawk was a good person.
[Grabbing the PCD in her mouth after he'd get a glimpse at the screen, Chibi Momo made a dash towards the door in an attempt to run off.]
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Date: 2012-01-17 10:57 am (UTC)[In his haste to stand and stop the pup from making it out the door, RED's crutch slipped; he stepped on his injured leg in an attempt to balance himself, but only made things worse.
Unable to support him, his knee ached so sharply that he crumpled in on himself with a yelp, landing halfway on the couch before falling completely to the floor. He remained there for a moment, shaking as he bit back tremendous pain before trying to pick himself up with his one usable arm.
If nothing else, he had proven his point.]