[35] you're standing in my doorway

[buildstherobots]

[Those in the vicinity of Beaver Street may hear a startled scream.

Dist, you see, had found the box sitting in front of the garage waiting for him. Distressingly, it had air holes in it, and so he'd been rather careful opening it, and for a moment the animal inside had simply looked up at him, blinking blearily in the sudden sunlight.

...And now Dist has a very agitated little rabbit creature latched firmly onto his hand, tiny teeth refusing to be pried off no matter how much he waves his arm.]

What kind of joke is this?! I was supposed to get something useful, not a stupid lab rat! Let go!

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[thegodsareinert.livejournal.com]

W-whoa! What is that!?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

That is a cheagle. One of my lab animals, specifically.

[Dist finally manages to pry the poor thing off his hand, holding it by the scruff of the neck so that it is facing away from him. The reason becomes clear rather quickly: the cheagle starts spitting fire. The fireballs are small and rather weak, though.]

[thegodsareinert.livejournal.com]

... Lab animal? It looks kinda cute.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist frowns down at the creature, whi is giving him a very sour look.]

I guess so. Obnoxious, really.

[thegodsareinert.livejournal.com]

Can I hold it for a moment?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Eh? Sure.

[The Cheagle himself doesn't need any extra prompting. He lets go of Dist's hand and scurries right on over to Ein, hiding behind one of his legs.]

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Joy! Joy! Joy! Can't you just see it in his every bouncing step? ]

A Cheagle!!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Well, at least someone is happy with this scenario. Dist doesn't stop flailing his arm; he had no idea Cheagles could hold on this long.]

A wretched one who won't let go! I shouldn't have opened that stupid box!

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Hahaha let a master handle this, Dist. He watches the other Cheagle for a moment, then speaks in their languageeee like a boss. Never mind the human, new friend. ]

Mieu! Mieu mieuu mieu mieu? Mieu mieu mieu mieu mieu mieuuuu! [ Hi! Would you mind letting go? He's a lot nicer when he isn't angry! ]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist does have the presence of mind to stop his flailing long enough for the Cheagle to let go, bouncing down to the pavement and darting back behind the box he arrived in.]

Mieu! Mieu mieu mieu! [No! He isn't, he's NEVER nice!]

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ He follows the Cheagle and peeks behind the box at him. ]

Mieu mieuuu mieu mieu... Mieu mieu! Mieuu? [ I guess he's only nice when he wants something, mieuuu... My name's Mieu! What's yours? ]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Mieuuu... [I don't remember...]

[He rubs at his head, sitting back on the pavement and sulking, just a bit. At least he's not in a cage any more; it's been a long time since he was outside last.]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Cute!]

What is it!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

This?

[Dist holds his hand up, with the little Cheagle still attached to it.]

This is a Cheagle. Little animals from my world.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

It's so cute!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist holds his hand out.]

You can have it.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Really! I can?

Isn't it your pet though?

[braided_icarus]

[Hears screams. Wut......? Dammit Dist, stop being such a drama queen and waking him up at the creack of daw---.....wut is that?]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Ed peers outside just in time for a yellow ball of fuzz to whiz past his ear, landing in the house with a disgruntled mieuuuuu...]

[braided_icarus]

[Dodges flying Yellow Thing.]

......

Another one?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Yes, another one. This stupid place decided to give it to me instead of something useful.

[braided_icarus]

So we have That Blue Thing. And now this Yellow Thing. Great. One clearly wasn't enough and neither was Al's cats and Mei's kitt--panda thing attacking me.

[push-pull-girl.livejournal.com]

[She had been making her way over to the Colonel's, cake in hand, when she heard Dist scream. Sighing softly she made her way over, looking less than pleased at seeing him trying to get what looked like a Cheagle they rescued before, off his arm.]

Dist...You're doing it wrong. Stop flailing and give it a chance to let go.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist scowls in Anise's direction -- ooh, cake! -- and holds his hand out with a frustrated expression.]

Fine, you talk to it.

[push-pull-girl.livejournal.com]

[That cake is not for youright now! Sighing softly she gently took the Cheagle into her hands and slowly started to pry it away.]

It's ok little guy, you can let go now. He won't hurt you.