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Post by Hook on May 27, 2008 12:47:08 GMT -5
"So?" Hook neatly steps away from Mixmaster's approach. The cement-mixer is, as per usual, Up To Something.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 28, 2008 18:03:08 GMT -5
Even though most of his attention is on Hook, Mixmaster takes a moment to glance at Duskwing and give him a large, completely Not Up To Something smile, which he then turns on Hook.
A little closer. A little more. Get ready...
"Because I care for you, that's why 'so,' and you should listen to those who care for you, Hook, because they only want to help make you a better person with a life you can be proud of."
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Post by Duskwing on May 28, 2008 20:24:03 GMT -5
Okaaay, this was entirely someone else's... whatever. It did not involve him. Duskwing did not want it to involve him. He carefully took a step back, then another step...
And, if no one interfered, pivoted on one heel and quick-marched back out the door.
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Post by Hook on May 28, 2008 21:50:38 GMT -5
Hook continues to sidle away from his gestalt-mate. "You seem to have mistaken me for someone who isn't the greatest surgical engineer in an interplanetary empire."
Two planets is totally 'interplanetary'.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 29, 2008 17:37:28 GMT -5
Mixmaster glances over briefly when Duskwing leaves. It was so Hook's fault that the jet was fleeing. Definitely Hook's fault. Oh well.
He smiles winningly at his gestalt-mate, and with a cheerful type of stubbornness Mixmaster proceeds to follow after the crane, inching his way along. "Now, now, Hook," he chastises gently, "there's always room for improvement, remember? That's what we're here for!"
Just keep inching, inching, inching...
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Post by Hook on May 30, 2008 11:29:16 GMT -5
"Not if you do it right the first time there isn't."
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Post by Mixmaster on May 30, 2008 18:12:28 GMT -5
All right, this edging around thing was getting a little boring.
Completely Unexpected Flying Tackle Of Doom!
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Post by Hook on May 31, 2008 10:13:30 GMT -5
To say this is an unexpected tackle suggests that Hook hasn't been edging away from Mixmaster ever since the cement-mixer tried to get close.
Not that lack of unexpectedness makes it any less effective.
"Get. Off."
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Post by Mixmaster on May 31, 2008 14:00:20 GMT -5
"But you're warm," comes the response and Mixmaster snuggles down on top of the crane, clinging to him tightly, while reaching up to prod him in the face.
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Post by Hook on May 31, 2008 19:19:37 GMT -5
Anything that gets too close to Hook's face is liable to get bitten.
"So is the radiator in my lab. Go curl up against it."
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Post by Mixmaster on May 31, 2008 19:28:18 GMT -5
"But then I'd have to be cold until I found it," Mixmaster pointed out, letting his hand fall on Hook's chest," and anyway, it wouldn't be right of me to leave you cold so I could get warm, Hook, it wouldn't be right at all."
Because he's just so concerned and caring like that, don'tchaknow?
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Post by Hook on May 31, 2008 19:50:28 GMT -5
"You seem to have mistaken me for someone who-" Hook could go off on a tirade, it occurs to him. He could rant loud and long about this. But that wouldn't move Mixmaster, in any sense of the word.
Besides, lying in the middle of the hall with Mixmaster on him was surprisingly nice.
"Oh, all right."
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