#goldfinchfreehold

A half-hearted smirk at the first comment. "Depends on how things work out. Listen...stuff's going on with some friends, and it sounds like it's blowing up in a way I didn't see coming. I've gotta go...but I'd love a rain check."

"This is where I can act offended but we both know how easy I am when it comes to you." good naturedly "SIdes, I know you, you always try to help. Just don't forget I'm good for more than my.. uhm spearwork ' if you need me" A wink

When Basil turns... Dex + Athletics roll, please!

"And don't call me Babe. That's what my dad calls my mom."

"ooff.. sorry about that" He ponders "Gorgeous? Sweet thang? Sexy?"

^^

((Mr. D, see Rae's post above))

(He hasn't turned yet?)

((Ahhh.))

(Ah, sorry. I thought he was on his way out! Mmm, carry on 😄 )

She grins. "We'll workshop it, Stud." A wink, then she says, "I've gotta text somebody, sorry...." and focuses on her cell phone.

"See you, tasty vanila" And he turns and starts to go

TXT: Hey, do you know where Symon is?

/roll 7

(Can't botch at least, I don't think)

A slight chuckle at the nickname as Basil goes.

And he trips over a black puddle of shadow.

As a satyr, he cannot botch, but he is forced to windmill and awkwardly hop to avoid falling on his tail!

"FUUUUCK!" He whips out his spear, which extendss in his hand, and catches himself from falling TOO ungraciously "What the hell is that??"

Lovecraft slides easily out of the way of Flailing hooves, in that way that Cats have.

Sylvi jumps and turns at the yell, hand going to the Bowie knife at her belt.

"Oh! Lovecraft!" Relief.

Basil gives Sylvi a look at that concern for the cat that almost killed him "I'm fine, thanks"

She taps out another quick message.

Lovecraft looks very pleased with herself, as far as one can tell, as she sashays over to Sylvi and eyes her ankles. "You Ask. Revenge. Treats. Treeeeats."

Another look might help him see that she wasn't concerned for the cat, but just glad that it's here. "Yes, you are," she says to Basil, and he can take that as he will.

A frown. "Tell me what you did that I owe you for." Another look to Basil. "I'm really sorry, Basil, but this has to be a private convo." She moves past and leads Lovecraft to one of the studios.

Basil still a satyr, so grouses a bit, balances up, pops his spear back to small size (No metaphor here) and says "I hear you... uhm.. good luck to whoever is in trouble. For real" A nod, and then he leaves muttering "Not the kind of pussy I was hoping to step into tonight..."

Basil might be insulted, but this is Sylvi in crisis: All business.

A hiss. "I come. Deserve treats." She licks a paw. "No revenge on you. Rabbitgirl is not target. Mine fixes. All better. Sardines. Sardines now."

She looks very pleased at that bit of news, and awaits praise.

"Where is yours right now? Because it's not all fixed and not all better, yet."

"He hunts."

A pause. "HUNTS?"

Slow, languid blinks, very pleased looking.

"Hunts WHAT?"

Another text.

"He hunts she."

"Rabbitgirl may stroke ears now. Will not bite. Perhaps." She mewls, expectantly.

"Oh...oh, CRAP."

Another quick text.

"Lovecraft, I know that's an honor, and I deeply appreciate it," she says quickly, "but we need to find Symon, right now."

A tweet and a can of sardines pops out of the vending machine, as if the hold has decided to intervene

A steadying breath. "He is better, but we need to keep him safe, you understand?"

Most people would prefer a payday candybar

"And I don't have any...." she looks at the machine. "Oh. Of course. Sure."

She grabs the can and keys it open as quickly as possible, but doesn't put it down. "Show me where he is, and you can have all of these."

Lovecraft hisses. "Mine is wise. Mine is smart. Mine is best."

Suddenly she freezes, eyes on the can