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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 1:30 pm
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Tambrey had been out for... well, actually, Lasi wasn't even sure; days were a hard enough concept as it was, but in an underground, under a lake base? It could have been one stupidly looooong day, or it could have been a week, or it could have been... any time at all, really.
The Crobat was /reasonably/ sure it had been -more- than he had every right to expect though, and he'd gotten, as well as worried, -really- bored. That nice grunt with mop on her head- hair, like most humans, but... well, a sunshine-y mop, he thought it looked like- had been kind enough to give him a lot of cookies, which was nice. But she wasn't always there, and so, neither were cookies. Tambrey was there, but she was disturbingly still and silent, and Lasi was not keen on this.
Plus, he really wasn't getting any exercise in that room... The bat had wandered out with the intention of exercising himself, and maybe finding someone with more snacks.
What he had eventually found, after becoming distracted more than once, was a way up to the garages. Up here was kind of nice- it smelt weird, but sometimes the smell of 'outside' could be detected from vehicles and people, just under the 'oily' smell that he wasn't -entirely- sure he liked.
It was a good place to roost though, and some unfortunate human had left a wrench on a workbench, he discovered. Well, he felt like chewing something, and who ever was using this wrench before had left it here so they weren't using it now... So taking it was surely fine. Besides, it was rather relaxingly shiny in some places, and the grip did look like it would be very satisfying to chew at... The bat grabbed it in his teeth and fluttered upward to hang upside down, chomping at his prize.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 2:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 2:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 7:50 am
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"Not guilty sir, honest! Wouldn't dream of it!" exclaimed one of the grunts, raising her hands placatingly.
Frost arched an eyebrow and started to walk towards the huddle. "Really. Is that the case. I don't see anybody else around... are you suggesting it moved by itself?"
"Well, no, of course not," the grunt continued quickly, glancing around for her fellows but finding that they had all taken a smart step back from her. "But we didn't touch it sir, honest, we've not been anywhere near you!"
"Mmmmh. Really." Frost tilted his head slightly to the side, coming to a halt uncomfortably close to the grunt and lifting his chin slightly to meet the tall woman's gaze. "That is your final answer, is it?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 2:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 3:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 3:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 3:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 3:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 3:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 3:56 pm
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The wrench? Oh! The wrench! He had no idea what 'defile' meant; perhaps it meant chew? Oh well, no harm done, as far as he was concerned; teeth marks usually made things 'more special'- he remembered Tambrey saying that 'now stuff had character' when he'd chewed it occasionally...
He beamed to let Frost know he was welcome for the addition of 'character' to his wrench, and then leaned forward a little to spit/drop the tool when Frost asked for it.
The last question, however, required a lengthy explanation, and entirely forgetting that Frost couldn't understand him, he launched into one... "Crobat cro batbat cro cro," He spread his wings to emphasize the point "bat crobat cro! Crobat... Croooo... Bat cro crobat, bat..." He looked slightly sad for a moment, but then grinned at Frost again. "Cro crobat!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 4:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 4:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 8:54 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 11:12 am
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