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[orangetoughguy]

Waking up on the stairs not remembering if you were coming home or going out: Signs of a good night or bad night?

I swear to God I talked to a bear.

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[fatespoken]

Curses suck. Accept them.

I was a cat once.

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[orangetoughguy]

Aloof little shits. Ever hear the song "Stray Cat Strut"?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Anytime, Dude.

What's your name?

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[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I don't believe I have, no.

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[orangetoughguy]

I don't know I guess I don't really have one. [Thoughtful chin rubbing.] You been around here long? How many names've you picked up?

[justcautious.livejournal.com]

I think he's s'posed t'be 'er soul. Only in bear format.

[orangetoughguy]

Are you a hardass for names too?

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[thenormalsquint]

Everybody has one. I'm sure your friends don't call you Hey You. It might not be the one you were born with, but it's a name.

[Angela certainly knows quite a bit about people with names they weren't born with.]

Too long. A lot.

[orangetoughguy]

I talked to a cat too but I'm thinking that one ain't you unless you're fucking with me.

[orangetoughguy]

I can clean up that mess just fine, it wouldn't be the first.

Accidental audio

[verysmallpig.livejournal.com]

[The signal muffles as Piglet tries to put the device around his back at the length of his tiny arms. But this time, his voice is virtually inaudible by the microphone being covered.]

Mmrflrle mmrfffml mlfr?

[Again the audio suffers as there's more movement, but it quickly clears as someone new speaks.]



[Piglet gives a slight giggle, still trying to grasp how the complexities of the talking box.]

Oh! Yes. I see!

[ooc: colored text is Chris Skelton aka: justcautious.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Okay he might be snickering here but he knows that's rude cause he barely knows Beckett.]

Her soul's a man?

[fatespoken]

Do I look like a cat to you?

A man I knew turned into a woman today. Completely normal.

[adamantined]

I'm actually glad to hear that it's a hangover and not some amnesiac side effect of a really bad curse. Or at least a curse that makes you commune with bears.

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[orangetoughguy]

[Saying the verse not singing it.]

I don't bother chasing mice around. I slink down the alley way looking for a fight, howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night, singin' the blues while the lady cats cry: "Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy." I wish I could be as carefree and wild, but I got cat class and I got cat style.

That you?

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[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

That does sound a bit like me, yes. I rather like that.

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[orangetoughguy]

Maybe I got used to "Thanks my man." or "Brother hand me a smoke." So what's Angela?

[orangetoughguy]

Bullshit. A woman? Fuck.

[His balls hurt just thinking about it.]

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[thenormalsquint]

Those don't work for me. I need something better to call you.

Angela is a name. It's my name.

[orangetoughguy]

I already got the warning about horses and sex ops.

[fatespoken]

Not the worse that can happen here.

[ But Freddy you would make a beautiful woman, with the prettiest eyes. ]

Accidental audio

[orangetoughguy]

[Patient Freddy is patiently waiting for his turn to talk so to speak.]

Not you 'see', you hear.

[Aw what the hell he can't help but grin at that.]

[adamantined]

Horses and sex ops? You don't mean like... together, at once. Right?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Nah. I'll probably end up calling you Jackass anyway.

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[orangetoughguy]

[There's a good natured laugh on this end.]

Yeah you're a fucking cat alright.