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[unbelled]

[Same story different cover, is what he's already deduced.

The piecing together of what's happened, again, is the only thing keeping this feed from being interspaced with gunfire.

You should all be thankful.

As it is, he's deeply annoyed, but not terrified nor confused as he pointedly ignores a child staring directly at him, unblinking, as their ice cream cone melts into their hand.

There's a reason he's not turning the video feed on, he knows this stupid game]

I've already collected the requisite information from that filthy cave and the supplied pamphlets, endeavor not to tell me anything that isn't already contained within either of these.

I've really only a small collection of questions, starting with: Does the name Holli Would strike anyone as familiar, and ending with a request for employment.

I'd consider them both of equal importance.

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[unbelled]

"DON'T TELL ME TO SHHH!"

[black_black_heart]

There were TEARS GOING DOWN HIS FACE HE WAS LAUGHING SO HARD. S t a h p.

[unbelled]

And he finally does stop, if only out of rampant confusion, a few angry sputters coming out before he stands there, arms crossed, tail twitching madly with his ears flat against his little kitty skull.

HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAAAAND.

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen has a few false starts at getting his laughter under control, managing to stop and straighten up, wiping the tears from his face before a glance at Mordecai sends him into another spiral of mirth. Eventually, he manages to quiet it to a few small giggles here and there, and then finally nothing other than trying to catch his breath. "Holy hell."

[unbelled]

THAT IS NOT HELPING, TANNUSEN.

He just looks angrier as Tannusen takes a look and then breaks down again.

WHY.

"Are you quite done?!"

[black_black_heart]

"Hopefully."

God damn it, Mordecai. His stomach hurts from all that laughing; his face hurts.

"At least you're not boring."

[unbelled]

"I wasn't trying to be entertaining! I was only explaining the linguistic issues with calling me a house cat!

It's like calling you a house pixie!"

[black_black_heart]

"Sometimes the funniest shit isn't on purpose," aaand Tannusen had to peel his hand away from the... gum building. It stuck. Gross.

The chimerical reality wasn't just a visual and auditory experience. It was always very, very real to him, and temporarily real to the Enchanted like Mordecai here.

"You're very earnest about such a dumb detail."

[unbelled]

Ew. The building got a moments long, offended look, before that look moved to Tannusen, and the got more offended.

"It is not dumb! It's a matter of being sensible, you can't just say completely illogical, nonsensical twaddle and expect someone not to say anything about it!

Language is very important!"

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen expected just such a response, if not the details of it, and thus was able to keep it together. "Uh huh, so, like I said." Tannusen stop verbally batting at the other kitty.

[unbelled]

"It is not dumb! I have just explained why, I am not telling you again! It's obvious why it isn't dumb!"

[black_black_heart]

"Yup."

No, he will not stop batting at the other kitty.

[unbelled]

"Yup! So you agree that it isn't stupid! Verbally, you are agreeing that it is indeed, not stupid, and you are willing to move on from this particular thread of logic, yes?"

[black_black_heart]

"...Nope."

TANNUSEN, STAHP.

Grinning like the lunatic he was, the tiger turned back and started off toward Velvet again.

[unbelled]

GUH.

The cat storms after him, anger quickly seeping back into the confusion.

"YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!"

[black_black_heart]

"But... I did."

Tannusen you're thirty seven years old, not four.

[unbelled]

"Well I am aware that the action transpired, what I'm contesting is that you feel it is acceptable to say it at all!"

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen shot him a glance over his shoulder, still grinning like the madman he was.

"That sounds like a 'you' problem."

[unbelled]

"It becomes a we problem when it effects my ability to hold a conversation with you and your ability to hold a conversation with anyone!"

[black_black_heart]

"Nope, that still sounds like a you problem to me."

Oh look, they were here. Tannusen paused outside the heavy oaken door to a brick building with the shut-off neon sign above the door that read 'Velvet Lust', and unlocked it.

"I don't normally let non-employees in here when the sun's up, feel special."

[unbelled]

"WELL IT'S NOT!"

SO THERE.

He doesn't take too long to wonder or marvel at the front of the bar, he's cottoned on quickly that prohibition didn't last too long.

A shame, he was making good money bootlegging alcohol.

Oh well.

"I'd feel more special if I wasn't trying not to watch the pavement walk away."

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen goes inside and flips the overhead lights on. The place is as clean as ever, all the chairs flipped up on the tables, polished hardwood gleaming from every corner.

It almost looks normal. Almost. There's that sheen of colors that don't exist, on every surface, like spilled crude oil. Something with too many eyes scurries up the back wall above the stage.

But mostly... normal enough. Wood and metal furniture, stone walls, glass bottles. The building hums strangely, faintly, like standing under a power line.

[unbelled]

Its more normal than outside, and even with Mordecai's fastidious, obsessive nature, he's willing to accept the few oddities for now in favor of not dealing with the swirling nightmare outside.

He immediately gravitates to a bar stool, hunkering down at the far end and just... resting his face on his hands.

Yep.

[black_black_heart]

"Do you drink tea?"

Because that's what Tannusen's doing, he walks behind the bar and starts making tea.

[unbelled]

"Blueberry."

There, the most simple, easiest answer you'll ever get from Mordecai.