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[one_man_army]

When Carl comes downstairs, he's met with the sight of construction toy 'mania' and it only takes him a minute to remember just what that means. The vid-window that appears when he approaches the bar confirms it, and after a moment of browsing his possible options, he makes his selection.

Four legs is going to take some getting used to, for a moment. But then, Bar provides him with a squeaky toy, and all bets are off.

And this bunny rabbit is going down.


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[one_man_army]

There's a bit of a flailing when it comes to scrabbling up off of the floor in pursuit of the squeaky toy, but once he has his legs under him, it's no contest.

A plate of pasta goes flying as Carl streaks past a waitrat.

[hallelujahpilot]

Here's the thing: tigers can't laugh. But Trudy does her damned best. It sounds almost like a purr, almost a growl, but in her head, she's laughing.

[one_man_army]

And he knows she's laughing, but he's more focused on the rabbit than her throaty chuckling at the moment.

Once he has retrieved the rabbit, however?

He and his prey return to the couch.

Running would be better outside.

But there is pasta sauce to be cleaned from the rabbit's fleecy coat.

[hallelujahpilot]

But, couch!

Tigers don't whine, don't be silly.

[one_man_army]

Lazy.

He's not sticking his tongue out at her, no. He's just panting.

Right.

[hallelujahpilot]

Cat! she retorts, smugly. Conserving energy.

[one_man_army]

For what? Another nap?

Carl snuffles his nose up against her neck, then nudges insistently at her. He can be an instigator, for once.

[hallelujahpilot]

She yawns at him, almost defiantly. Fine, she grumbles, giving him a lick as she slides off the couch.

Of course, once she's down on the ground, she grabs the rabbit in her mouth and trots off towards the door.

[one_man_army]

The wiry coat on the side of his face is now smudged upwards in a comical fashion.

Who knew that tiger spit was so...uplifting.

Carl paws at his face for a brief second, and then follows towards the back door, hardly making a sound save for the quiet clicking of his toenails against the hardwood.

[hallelujahpilot]

It'd be mean for Trudy to then run at her full speed, in order to get him to chase her.

So, she doesn't.

Run at full speed, that is.