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[slayer_fray]

Mel is kicking back outside, on the grass near the garden, with a large plate of fried paradoxes and a book, neither of which she's really paying attention to, because her head is resting on her arms. Stampy is curled up, trunk around her head, to make a perfect bookstand. Gates, the four armed spider monkey demon, is splayed out neck to her, arms forming an X, legs in the air, and belly exposed to the sun. Of the three of them, he has the loudest snores.

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[scots_wolf]

There is a solid white-and-brown dog sniffing about near her, curious about her pets, but also quite wary.

Small cute things that sleep sweetly can be very mean at times. They might be cats, in cahoots with the white one.

[slayer_fray]

Stampy, as it happens, is very sweet. She opens a sleepy eye and looks at the dog, uncurling her trunk halfway to snuffle the ground between them. Maybe he knows about something delicious.

[scots_wolf]

He knows about many delicious things! He knows where to find the tastiest demon bunnies, and he knows where he hid that third bone his master gave him for attacking the nasty fishcatwoman the other day.

The first two, he ate.

The dog very, very carefully sniffs at the end of the looooong nose that sweet little creature is extending.

[slayer_fray]

Mutual sniffing!

Although in the elephant's case, this also involves patting and feeling the nose being offered to her.

[scots_wolf]

The nose is big and black and a bit damp, as dog noses tend to be.

And a bit smelly, ditto.

[slayer_fray]

Stampy snorts slightly in greeting, and lifts her head up a little more, as she continues to give the dog a good feel.

[scots_wolf]

The dog is quite a patient creature, and very curious, so he allows the little grey creature to nose his face and only sneezes once when his nose is tickled.

[slayer_fray]

Stampy snuffles in sleepy amusement at the sneeze. Once the act of greeting at sniffling is over, she retracts her trunk gently.

And knocks the book over heavily. THUMP

[scots_wolf]

The dog, startled, jumps back and gives a worried little whine.

[slayer_fray]

This is the point where Mel lifts her head, sleepily, looks at Stampy, looks at the dog, and puts her head back down.

Sleeeeepy.

[scots_wolf]

The dog comes closer, carefully, and sniffs her hair.

[slayer_fray]

Mel bats at her hair idly, then ends up just stroking doggy head.

[scots_wolf]

The dog lies down, to be more easily available for pats.

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

It's only been a couple of weeks in Gotham. Jason is avoiding the bar, or, you know, in theory. That's actually quite hard to do when doors keep appearing.

Eventually he figured to hell with it. He could use a swim in the Caribbean inlet anyway. So he accepted the door's invitation and went and did just that. Now he's heading back towards the bar, towelling his hair dry, and nearly trips over Gates.

"... ugly little thing, aren't you?"

[slayer_fray]

"UuuuuckREEEEE Slaaaaabrah!"

...is what Gates has to say about that, chattering angrily and leaping upwards. That towel looks fluffy; he wants it.

Mel cracks an eyelid open.

"Don't call me ugly, Jay. That ain't nice."

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

Jason eyes her, and then eyes the demon. And then tosses the towel at it. He doesn't need it.

"Anywhere else, I'd laugh that off," he remarks. "Here, I wouldn't put it past you t'actually be that thing somehow."

[slayer_fray]

The towel hits the monkey square in the face and carries him a few metres away, where he lands in a fluffy furry heap of screech and claws. Whether he's trying to wrap himself in the towl or to kill it dead is up for debate.

"Now I am insulted," Mel says, propping herself up onto her elbows. "If I were gonna run around in animal form I'd at least smell better."

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

Jay grins at her. "Hey, I don't judge. You wanna smell like Killer Croc's armpit, that's your choice."

[slayer_fray]

Mel blinks, and smirks.

"I love how you name someone from your world an' you could be talking about any one of five guys from Versi."

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

"Your world's pretty much mine, but more fucked up, ain't it?" Jason eyes the demon playing with his towel and decides it's a lost cause. He folds himself to his feet to stretch out in the sun, too, not too close to Mel. "They're probably related."

[slayer_fray]

"'Sept all our weirdness focuses on Haddyn, 'stead of Gotham or Metropolis," Mel points out. "An' Cleveland, sometimes."

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

"Hell's in Cleveland to get weird?" Jason folds his arms behind his head and shuts his eyes, appreciating the warmth of the sun.

[slayer_fray]

"Pretty much exactly that."

MEL IS HELPFUL.

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

"Well, that'd do it, then."

Jason eeeyes her helpful.

"Go there on holiday, do you?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel shakes her head. "Been reading up on it though.

"Erin figs there may be something brewing out there with the lurks. Been meaning to take a trip."