038 (Voice/Video) And, all the while, coyote keeps on singing....

[uberboned]

[There's some scratching sounds on the microphone and what to human ears will sound like a frustrated dog's growling is actually Gabriel swearing and trying to urge HIS NEWFOUND PAWS to operate the controls on his journal. After a moment of cojoling, the video clicks on and there's an EXTREME CLOSE-UP OF A PAIR OF AMBER EYES AND A SNOUT... And then Gabriel hops back, revealing... A coyote. Sitting in a chair, tilting his head at the camera.]

...Honestly? I was kinda expecting a lot worse.

[Now watch as he realizes that only the fraction of the Barge that is currently animal in nature actually understands what he just said. HE CAN ONLY BE ANNOYING TO A SMALL PORTION OF THE POPULACE.]

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[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[She growls and knots herself into a ball in the corner farthest away from him.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He makes a frustrated whining sound, because now he's too preoccupied with the fact that he's stuck to note what Murphy's doing.... And then it occurs to him that he's an angel. Duh.

Which just leads to him teleporting them both out from under the bed. VICTORY FOR GABRIEL. He shakes himself off and then flops down, effectively blocking Murphy from making the trip back under the bed.]

You were finished sulking, anyway. You're welcome.

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[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[GLARE. She's giving you the silent treatment, Gabriel.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He flops down on the floor with his head on his paws and just staaares in an amused manner. Eventually, you'll be disconcerted enough to say something, Murphy. There's a large predatory animal staring at you. It's a disturbing concept.]

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[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[She manages to sit still for about five seconds before getting up and quartering the room, nose to the ground. She's still ignoring you, angel-boy. SHE IS. She just can't. Sit. Still.]

I want out. [This is said with definitive certainty, as she trots over to the door and starts digging at the base of it for a moment before stopping herself and pacing in front of it instead.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel flicks his ears and lifts his head, tilting his head as if listening for a distant sound.]

What's that? Did I hear something that sounded like, "Please, Gabriel, let me out of this room?"

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[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[GWRRRR. She glares at him and paces back and forth in front of the door, trying to smother her limp, before giving an annoyed yip and digging at the ground again.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel turns around to face her and then flops on his back, his paws in the air. He looks more like a lazy dog than a... Fierce predatory creature.]

[In sing-song] Say it.

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[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[She glares at him before pacing in a three-legged circle and snapping her tineh goggeh mouth shut on Gabriel's tail. YANK.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[AGAIN WITH THE BITING. Gabriel rolls back over onto his feet and turns around and around a few times, trying to dislodge Murphy from his tail.]

I gotta ask. Does Tony have this many teethmarks right now or am I just special?