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((For Daniel))
by Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
at February 2nd, 2006 (03:14 pm)

Social leads the way in a rather bouncy fashion to the Livewires' base: a rather quaint, pretty little farmhouse. Pausing just inside the door, she scoops up a small ball of black fur, which immediately turns into a demon-kitten intent on gnawing her hand off at the wrist. She beams and kisses it on the top of it's evil little head, and drops it in a nearby flowerpot. It turns its attentions to the ficus in the pot, apparently trying to get in touch with its inner beaver.

Running a quick sensor scan through the house, she pouts slightly and flops on the couch. "They're not home." She huffs a bit, then smiles cheerily at Daniel. "I guess we'll just have to hang out here until they get back!"

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Posted by: Autocannibal (aka 'Deb', once Stem Cell) (ich_esse_mich)
Posted at: February 3rd, 2006 01:39 am (UTC)

It's right about now that Auto gets back.

She doesn't seem especially hinged towards socializing at the moment--especially given that she's smoking slightly, there are occasional burn marks in her clothes, a chunk of the 'skin' on the left side of her face is missing, and she's toting a massively oversized rifle as long as she is tall--but she offers the two a wave before padding through towards the basement.

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 3rd, 2006 02:31 am (UTC)

She listens curiously, assimilating both the data from his words and from his body language. The magic show makes her eyes light up with interest, but she doesn't interject until Auto gets home. Then she beams blindingly, bouncing into Daniel's lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulder and petting his hair. "Auto! This is Daniel! Can he stay with us for a while?"

[Look what followed me home, mom! *grin* Can I keep him? Can I can I?]

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 3rd, 2006 02:40 am (UTC)

Leaning forward from the sudden weight on his lap, he winces. Definitly wasn't expecting that. Turning towards Auto, he tried to use his most pitiful look. "Yeah, umm, I've been rather displaced from my world for a bit, so uh, if it's not too much trouble...? I'll try not to get in the way. Hell, I'll probably spend most of my time in the nexus, gathering information and all that." Yeah, this was a new experience all around for him.

Posted by: Autocannibal (aka 'Deb', once Stem Cell) (ich_esse_mich)
Posted at: February 3rd, 2006 02:53 am (UTC)

"I don't mind," she says, "as long as I can co-opt you into doing chores." An almost-wink.

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 3rd, 2006 09:53 pm (UTC)

A mock face of horror flits over Daniel's face before he resumes his regular grin. "Eh, if you really want. I was kinda hopin for free room and board, myself."

Posted by: Autocannibal (aka 'Deb', once Stem Cell) (ich_esse_mich)
Posted at: February 4th, 2006 05:32 pm (UTC)

Auto sticks her tongue out at him for a moment, quite cutely.

Posted by: Autocannibal (aka 'Deb', once Stem Cell) (ich_esse_mich)
Posted at: February 3rd, 2006 02:46 am (UTC)

The android girl pauses, massive rifle balanced on one shoulder. She seems to have lost a boot somewhere--she only has one, while the blue-and-white striped sock on the other foot is quite visible (and a little scorched).

"As long as he doesn't bother anything in the basement," she says with a small grin.

[I'm not feeding him, and you'll have to take him for walks, got it? *:P*]

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 4th, 2006 06:48 am (UTC)

She grins, patting Daniel's head with a proprietary air. "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll follow the rules, won't you Daniel?"

[And I'll make sure he doesn't pee on the floors or scratch the furniture. *grin*]

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 4th, 2006 03:09 pm (UTC)

"Huh, rules? I mean uh, yeah. No going into the basement. Check. Anything else?" If he didn't know any better, Daniel would think he was being treated like a pet, what with the patting and all. Luckily, he doesn't.

Posted by: Autocannibal (aka 'Deb', once Stem Cell) (ich_esse_mich)
Posted at: February 4th, 2006 05:33 pm (UTC)

With her personal injunction in place, Auto proceeds through to the basement--if only to deposit the gun somewhere. She may come back, depending on how the conversation between Social and Daniel continues.

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 6th, 2006 08:38 pm (UTC)

She beams cheerfully, playing with Daniel's hair. "Oh, just little things. Stay out of the basement, don't touch any weapons of mass destruction you see laying around, never look Trouble directly in the eyes in case he decides to devour you while you're sleeping..."

[Don't wait up, sweetie. *^_~*]

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 6th, 2006 08:43 pm (UTC)

"No need to worry about the Trouble thing. That cat scares me." Daniel shuddered. He did not want to have to face that thing down. Fidgeting a bit, he looks up at Social's face. "And uh, comfortable? I could always try moving around a bit for a more comfy position, if you wanted. And my hair's entirely too short for braids, sorry."

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 6th, 2006 09:20 pm (UTC)

"You'll get used to him. He probably won't even try to eat you!" she grins.

She looks apologetic at the fidgeting and scoots back a bit, leaving just her legs on Daniel's lap. "Sorry sweetie. I forget how heavy I am sometimes! Better?"

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 6th, 2006 10:40 pm (UTC)

"Yeah, he won't. Not after the first time, anyway. No one eats Daniel Crowe twice! No sirre..." Daniel smirked. He'd prefer the cat didn't hear that, though. It'd probably take it as a challenge. It would be embarrasing to lose a fight with a kitten. Definitly.

"Much, though you didn't have to move. I'm used to being sat on, and people heavier than you have done so." Dan shuddered a bit. "Though I'd rather not think of those. Ew. Ew doesn't even begin to describe my disgust at those points in time. So do you have any more questions for me, or can I ask you about yourself now? Or what's going to happen next? Or if you've got something for a parched interdimensional traveler to drink that includes some form of sugar?" He was thirsty, but it could always wait. He was comfortable, and didn't especially want to move right now.

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 6th, 2006 10:54 pm (UTC)

And the kitten would probably win, too. Since, after all, he is the earthly incarnation of Satan. Or so he would like people to believe. And who's to say it isn't true? One never knows.

She raises a slender eyebrow at the 'ew'ing, but refrains from asking. "You can ask all you want, sugar. I might not be able to answer some things, but you can ask." she grins. "And we have...Mountain Dew. I think that's pretty much it. We don't really need to eat or drink, y'see."

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 6th, 2006 10:59 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 8th, 2006 03:23 am (UTC)

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 8th, 2006 10:21 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 8th, 2006 10:48 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 8th, 2006 10:51 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 9th, 2006 07:21 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 9th, 2006 10:21 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 12th, 2006 08:51 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 12th, 2006 09:06 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Social Butterfly (mmmcyberbooty)
Posted at: February 12th, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Daniel Crowe (hate_unicorns)
Posted at: February 12th, 2006 10:51 pm (UTC)

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