officerwhiskers | = 02 = [Audio/Commentlog] Tammy/Calvin Cuff Shenanigans

= 02 = [Audio/Commentlog] Tammy/Calvin Cuff Shenanigans

[A small voice can be heard almost whispering over the journal. He's already had his little panic attack over someone sneaking into his room and handcuffing him.]

I have a key if anyone's looking for one... It doesn't fit with my cuff, so I was hoping someone might have the right key for me.

[Sounds about right. The cat closes his journal and heads outside, staring up at everything through a pair of giant confused eyes. He's been here a few days, but is just now starting to really explore outside rather than hide in his room.]

OOC: It's planned to have Calvin and Tammy be cuffed, but if anyone would like to have the cat's key be theirs, or have the key to his own cuffs just ping me!

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Oh, it's alright. Not many cats are all that great, either. You uh... Love cats? They have cats in your world?

[That's pretty odd. But, you can't really have any set guide to alien universes.]

It's... Not that awkward, I guess... I don't wish you were a cat, or anything! But...

I kind of just wish I had someone I knew here, with me...

[There's a quick moment of panic in her eyes, but it's overlaid. It's getting hungry and harder to fight against.]

Who would you like here with you?

[Just a name, but Antalyon is already preparing itself...]

Rocky. He might not be able to get us out of something like this, but at least it would be nice to see him one last time... I wouldn't really even be that angry at him for lying about the vigilante stuff, I just miss him.

[Tammy tries. She fights, but it never works. Her head is already starting to pound with the effort.]

And what would you give, to see Rocky again?

I dunno. Anything I guess. I don't have a lot, but... yeah. Maybe he'll come, soon, like I did.

[There's a moment where her expression wars with itself, fights between horror and glee; and then there's only a pained look, as she weaves in place and grabs her head. A second later her nose starts to bleed and she beings to sink to the ground with an agonized moan.]

Woah- woah uh...! Are you okay?!

[Freckle kneels down next to her, keeping just a little bit of distance between them.]

What happened? Are you sick with something?

[Is this something humans do?]

[Yeah, don't stand too close, Calvin. Blood is gross. Tammy tilts her head back, dropping her key to the ground next to her to press her palm to her nose, because who carries tissues around with them?]

O-oh god my he...my head...

[It feels like it's going to pop WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANTALYON??]

Oh god stop it!

[Calvin is going to reach his free paw out to try and pat her on the shoulder when she yells.]

Sorry! I'm sorry!

[He quickly reels his paw back to his side, trying to hold his arm out and distance himself from Tammy as much as he can.]

[Sorry Calvin, she needs to collect herself before she can even begin to explain what's wrong here.]

Why isn't it working?! It's not so stop trying, you're killing me!

[She slumps to the ground on her side, her arm angled oddly out to account for his distance, and she's quiet for a long, awkward moment. Finally she moves her eyes to look at Calvin, her hand still pressed to her nose.]

S'close one.

I'm sorry! I'll stop! I don't even know what I'm doing!

[He scoots closer. Perhaps it's the strain on the cuffs that's causing her so much trouble?]

What's going on?

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