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“See, I promise it won’t hurt her. I just need to chat with her for a bit, before we go.” He explains to Dirk, kneeling to peer down at the poor, ugly kitten. “Is that cool?”

"Chat with her, like..how, what? I mean...fuck, she's ugly, but she better not get hurt."

Dirk says dubiously

“I’m gonna cast a spell to talk to her. Then we go to the vet and say she needs a check up... and you and her help create a distraction while I get what I need.” Dumbing it down a bit.

"oh shit, why didn't you tell me we were stealing stuff. Sure"

He whispers to the cat, a bunk for Willow Whisper. “Pussy-cat, pussy-cat. Where have you been? I’ve been to London to visit the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did You There? I frightened a little mouse under her chair.” Nursery rhymes tend to work well...

Scrot gets bunked

His voice low and friendly,using the croon that Lovecraft seems to respond best to. “Hey there, little kitty. Sweet thing. You like this guy, huh? He nice to you, and gives you the best pets? Maybe you can help us out in a bit? It might be fun.”

(He may be bad at human social, but has a dot in animal Ken!)

The answer seems to come out in a happy purr "Me has little fur, and little hair, but stroke me here, stroke me there. I like the pets, I love to gets. I love to bump you back. I help the boy with flat sharp teeth, and then he pet me again"

It's..errie, she's got like a my little pony voice thanks to the bunk

Like Tara Strong at her cutest

He grins toothlessly. “See, there’s something we want to get from the Doctor place. We promise you won’t get poked or any hurts there, but you can pretend to be scared, and skitter-skater run out of the room so we have to chase you down! Think of the fun, dodging all those big two-ledgers so they trip? And then we get what we need and sneak out!”

"two leggers are wonderful creatures, cats are lucky to train you. Mackerel is more likely to triping, but I can act like I'm flipping!"

“Awesome.” He May not be a pooka, but even a sluagh teenage boy can enjoy a prank now and then! And he explains to Dirk... “And then while they’re distracted, I’ll slip into the back for a quick snatch and grab. You can say... hmmm. Say you think she’s sick because she doesn’t have any hair! Like, you think it all fell out.” Not said is that poorDirk might be believed to be that dim...

"Oh yah, I thought that thee first time" He says

Yes, he was that dumb

(Hee!)

-FREEZE FRAME (doot doo doo doot dee doo doo doo)-

At the vet, Symon hangs back as Dirk lugs his poor sick kitten up to the desk... Having sent Lovecraft ahead to try to seek out where the drugs are kept, and the medical supplies like needles and injectors... knowing that the cat will not be seen by mortal docs. The sluagh leans against the wall next to the swinging door to the back, apparently browsing a Cat Fancy magazine as he waits for the ruckus to begin!

"But she's like, seriously fucked up. I mean I didn't shave her, she's got like..Cat Aids!"

A flicker of a signal to Peach... hoping she remembers the plan!

Mrroww..twist, flip _Act like Mackerel when Siv tried to give her a bath! _ "RRRRWWWORR'

Sounds of vet and vet tech "oh Christ..."

And, while the distraction occurs... Symon tries his sluagh sneakiest to slip behind the scenes and raid the supply cabinet!

Stealth even when someone is watching is not hard for a sluagh, when there's a crazy shaved looking cat acting nuts? Oh easy peasy. He doesn't even need to work hard to get the spare key under the desk

In the back, he quickly scours the medicine shelf for the drugs he’s looked up online... ketamine, and Telazol, used to knock out animals for surgery/sedate them... and a handful of syringes, if close at hand...

Or to see what else might be on the shelf of drugs....

Ketamine, ..check../Soundsi n the distance "What the living hell.... did it's head spin around?"// Telazol got it.. ah, none of the ..uhmm heavy stuff

He spends a moment longer looking to see if anything else catches his eye.... Hey, a muzzle, that would be funny to put in when Dirk is sleeping... but no, he just slips his gains into his pocket and makes for an escape back to the main Lobby!

He does manage to snag a bottle of mange fighting shampoo. Why? why not?

Back in the lobby, he grabs up the magazine he had been perusing. “Hey, Dirk! Look, it says in here that there are naked cats like that. I guess she’s not sick after all. Right, Peach? Who’s a good kitty?”

"Your cat MIGHT have some nervous condition related to anxiety..."//"Oh no," Dirk sneers, "You guys make me think my cat is sick and then scare her so I put her on Cat Riddllin or something? Come on, Peach. let's get away from these quacks" //Scrot lepsi nto his arms and purrs as Dirk leaves

The poor vets watch him go "I still love animals, but I hate kids now."//"Yeah, this job will do that to you"

He hides a snicker as they escape casually! Once home free, he grins at Dirk. “Nicely done! And you know... that ugly cat, she must have bad taste or something... she says she likes you, y‘ know?”

"So she's stupid too..." He shakes his head, but keeps petting "Let's go you stupid cat eared nutsack"

“And, uh. Thanks. It’s a decent plan and all, but I feel better with a little more insurance. Just, head’s up... if you see me jab the BugGuy with anything, try not to eat him after. Or if you do bite... spit it out.”

"Oh shit, you got drugs... huh.. could just put an airbubble in his blood you know?"

“I looked for the hard stuff, y’know, to put something to sleep- The BIG sleep. Like, they gotta have it for like horses or whatever... but I didn’t see any.” His tone disappointed, but perhaps colored with a bit of relief. “I mean, not that I’d want to kill anyone, you know, right? But... if it’s him or us...” he trails off. “I figured you’d get it, the girls, they wouldn’t understand.”

"I get it, they're not...nightmares" He says "that's why we're needed. terror and horror, tremors and hunger- Trolls got honor and duty and shit, and that's great, but might ain't always for right. sometimes it's just fucked up. that's us. That's..like, our thing"

“Yeah.” They walk a bit. “It might not suck to have you around.” A faint smile over at him. “And if we survive this crazy-ass plan, we should do something for Samhain. It will be hilarious to make up whatever we want to say happened that night, since the mists will get the Girls. Even better than drawing on faces while they’re asleep. Heh.”

"Heh. Yah. well, let's not HURT em, they're my meal ticket right now. And...The Chief don't suck like I thought she did."

“Okay, if you say so.” Congenially agreeing to that... it was Dirk’s idea, and not one to discourage! “Yeah, as lieges go, it could be a lot worse. There were these stuck-up sidhe at the last place I was mentored...” and he will chat with Dirk on the walk back.

"oh yeah, pointy ears can be such dickless pricks" Unaware he has stumbled onto an oxymoron they compare notes and...

(End scene)