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Fact: In Doc Potter's arms is a remarkably runty little demon rabbit.
Fact: Doc Potter's hands are suffering from first-degree burns, and his sleeves are singed.
Fact: The demon bunny is, even more remarkably, asleep, and has a muzzle firmly affixed on its snout.
Fact: Doc Potter looks about thisclose to conking out.
Fact: Never before in his life has Doc Potter ever attempted to adopt/domesticate an animal.
Probable: He wouldn't mind a decent conversation.
[ tiny tag with an adopted bunny: doc potter
tiny tag with a bum leg: dan evans
tiny tag that's nonplussed as all hell: ben wade ]
Fact: Doc Potter's hands are suffering from first-degree burns, and his sleeves are singed.
Fact: The demon bunny is, even more remarkably, asleep, and has a muzzle firmly affixed on its snout.
Fact: Doc Potter looks about thisclose to conking out.
Fact: Never before in his life has Doc Potter ever attempted to adopt/domesticate an animal.
Probable: He wouldn't mind a decent conversation.
[ tiny tag with an adopted bunny: doc potter
tiny tag with a bum leg: dan evans
tiny tag that's nonplussed as all hell: ben wade ]
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Quietly, "Jesus, Mary, 'n Joseph -- Doc, you know what you're holdin' there?"
The burns say yes, but he's just checking.
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Doc seems completely at a loss as to how to respond.
"Yes?"
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Ben should know; he's shot
atenough of them in the woods outside the bar.no subject
"He is."
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A pause and a slight head-tilt.
"Dunno what the end of that sentence is, but at least you've muzzled it."
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The look on his face is one of genuine concern, and, brow furrowed, he looks back up at Ben.
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Because, well. Because.
" -- they breathe fire."
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In demonstration, he manages to waggle a set of (red) fingers in Ben's direction.
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He nods toward the sad-sack of a demon bunny.
"When it ain't spittin' hellfire, think it'd drink from an eye-dropper?"
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He wrinkles his nose a little.
"I hope so. Gotta find out what it'll eat, first, anyway."
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He headtilts a little at the bunny, cogs clearly turning.
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"The demon bunny's been easier to handle."
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A beat and lines appear on his forehead.
"Maybe Miss Bar'd know what to feed the little feller."
Half a beat.
"Bunny. Rabbit. Demon."
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"... Uh."
(He does not, unsurprisingly, yet feel up to handling an awake demon bunny. But he appreciates the gesture.)
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To Doc, "But I ain't gonna wake it up."
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"Thing's a fire hazard if you're keepin' it in your room."
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"Not ... quite sure how I'm gonna handle that, yet."
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A beat.
"With holes in it, of course."