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[mnt_mike]

Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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[mnt_mike]

"Yeah, that doesn't sound like a fun way to spend a Friday night. I should know, I'm pretty sure I've had the same Friday night."

"Why do the pretty ones always have to be human"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Mmmm...well, it was also worth the expression on Brass and Grissom's faces when I came out of there dragging the guy, him cussing a mile a minute and me snarking right back at him. Brass is still afraid of me."

"Finally, someone calls me the pretty one. And I don't know--maybe you could hook up with a shape-shifter?"

[mnt_mike]

"Okay, maybe you're too close to family to marry my brother. I officially adopt you as my honorary sister. New name forthcoming. Have to keep the tradition alive."

"I don't think shapeshifter would cut it. Turtles are sort of...species specific. Oh what a cruel fate."

Can't you feel the drama and angst?

[lvpd_sidle]

"A new brother. Wow. Another one to add to the collection. You and Nicky would get along well. And if I don't like my new name, I won't answer to it." She resists the urge to stick out her tongue.

"Can't help you there, I'm afraid. Unless you find a way to turn into another species."

Oh yes, the angst just drips down. Poor, poor Mikey. She pecks his cheek consolingly.

[mnt_mike]

It works every time. Lay on the pout, and women just melt. What can he say? He's just that good.


[ooc: sadly, I must flee. you? with the rocking of the total!]