notintehkitchen

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It feels great to be back in my own body! I've missed using my hands so much. Now I can eat bacon and open things again! Really, those two things are very important!

[There is a squeak in the background.]

That's right, Jell-O says he is happy to see his mother back too. I wonder who was taking care of you while I was gone?

[A few more squeaks come across the feed.]

No one? Did you behave yourself?

[There is no more squeaking.]

I'm taking that as a no. Alright, who's brain matter do I have to clean up?

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[She of course calls him back to question him.]

Hey, did you butt call me? I hate when I call someone using my butt. This new technology isn't very useful if it calls people using my bottom when I don't need it.

[Another indistinct noise as he considers hanging up again.]

Must've hit the button by accident. Sorry, pumpkin.

[Now he's hanging up and going to try to go back to sleep and hope she won't bother him if he looks peaceful enough. Click again.]

[If he thinks she'll leave him alone that quickly he is easily mistaken.

Throwing her communicator down on the table, Pyro immediately began to go to his location inside the house. When she finds him playing Sleeping Beauty, she rolls her eyes and sits down on the arm rest before poking him against the cheek.]

Mou! Mr. Hawk, Mr. Hawk! Hey, Mr. Hawk! Wake up!

[There's only so long he can ignore her prodding before his eyes crack open.]

Alright, knock it off! I'm awake.

[And cue him turning to face the back of the couch and closing his eyes again.]

[With a whimper as he turns away from her, she continues to poke the back of his head now instead.]

Hey... I'm back to normal. Aren't you happy? I can cook you food again!

Back to normal? Were you sick? I've not noticed anything different. Was a bit surprised ya didn't seem to mind me sleeping down here, though.

[He's so glad he's facing the couch so she can't see his face.]

...

[Unbelievable. What the hell is wrong with him?]

I didn't know Australians were that stupid.

[It's in his best interest to not answer; however, his pride feeling a sting, he lets his temper get the better of him.]

And I didn't know you could be such a nag. Now nick off.

I'm not going to. I don't have to. This is my house. What are you... My Dad?

Fine. I'll leave.

[And with that, he shoves himself off the couch, grabbing his crutch and getting to his feet, avoiding looking at her the entire time.]

[Following behind him, she places her arms around his back side gently in order to stop him.]

Hey.

I didn't say you had to leave. There's no reason to go that far.

Mr. Hawk, what's wrong? You seem really angry.

[He takes a deep breath, in and out, before forming his answer.]

I'm not angry.

[The tenseness that has hit every muscle in him says otherwise.]

I don't understand why you won't talk to me then?

... Are you mad that I was a dog? I... I couldn't help that. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you for so long, it must of been hard.

[He stiffens instantly.]

No, I'm not mad you were a dog. You pretended to be him. Made me think he'd betrayed me.

[There is a quiet fury in his tone he is barely containing.]

What did you want me to do? Should I of said bark bark I'm a dog? Dogs don't have the proper vocal chords for human speech.

[Pressing her forehead against his back, she hugs him a little tighter. Wow, if he isn't tense there.]

Don't worry, I'm sure the little one loves you very much. Nothing has changed.

[He shoves at her as he turns to her, nearly stumbling with his crutch in the movement. The color of his face tells of his embarrassment over the unsaid matter.]

Right, so that gave you the right to just—

[He cuts himself off, shaking.]

Ya know what? Nevermind! I don't want to talk about this!

[When he pushed her away, she began to raise her voice while her arms flailed up and down.]

I didn't do anything wrong! It's not my fault I ended up in a dog's body! It's not my fault that you say strange things to a dog either!

I said I don't want to talk about this!

[He turns and heads toward the front door, hobbling as quickly as his leg will let him. Probably a hair quicker than that.]

...!

[She wouldn't let him go out on his own and risk doing something stupid while he was already injured.

Running in front of him, Pyro spread out her arms and shook her head back and forth.]

No, I'm not letting you go away. I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to be angry. I... I... we can talk this out, can't we? Why can't we? Why do you have to leave? What does it solve? I don't understand. As an adult, why do you run?

I'm not angry. There's nothing to talk about.

[Turning and heading for the back door now.]

[Nope.avi, not going to work Sniper. When you have crutches Pyro is faster than you.

Giving a whistle as she blocked his path, she summoned her faithful blob and child out of the dark and into the open to restrain Sniper.]

I disagree. Now you will be good or else Jell-O will babysit you.

[He turned to her again; his eyes held fire behind them, their intensity matching the color of his face. He took another deep breath, trying to quell his ire.]

Fine. You want to talk? Let's talk.

You will?

[She seemed surprised. As she was figuring out what to say to him, she probably picked one of the stranger routes.]

Should I go put on that nice dress? I mean, I don't mind. It's not bothersome or anything if you want to... you know, look.

I, ah. Mm.

[The shade of his face deepened even further, mortification forcing him to look away from her.]

Look, Pyro. Don't... What I said— it, well.

[He scratches at his face, his hand moving to fiddle with his hood and voluntarily pull it atop his head. It's not much cover- he misses his hat.]

It's fine, Sniper. It won't bother me.

[Poking her index fingers together, she shyly looked down at the ground.]

Actually, it's sort of nice that someone wants to look at me. I mean--it's not like I have the body of Scout's mother or anything. I know that much.

[Placing a hand on top of her head, she scratched the back of it while laughing nervously.]

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