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Chuck Hansen ([personal profile] andinfluencepeople) wrote2019-01-19 07:45 pm
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In the ConnPod, Evening [Edgar]

Chuck's thumbing through The Disappearing Floor, waiting for a set of diagnostics to finish running, when he hears it.

He straightens, taking the headphones out of his ears, and listens harder.

Skitter.

"Oi, Edgar."
hate_gettin_older: (watchful)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2019-01-20 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar shifts to flank the little creature, shrugging out of his flannel shirt and (after a quick glance at how Chuck's holding his own shirt) spreading it between his hands.

"Right, you little monster," he says to the squirrel, keeping his voice low, "don't you give us any trouble now."
hate_gettin_older: (oh crap)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2019-01-20 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
This time Edgar does not yelp; he makes a dive for the streak of gray fur with his arms outstretched, and spectacularly misses his catch.

The squirrel bolts past him, zigzagging behind Chuck and going for the mess of gears under Edgar's hammock -- and diving under the dropped and forgotten comic book.

"Hey," Edgar protests sharply, "get out of it, you little --"
hate_gettin_older: (oh crap)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2019-01-28 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgar snatches up the comic protectively as Chuck swats at the creature with his shirt, just in time to save it from being sent flying.

The squirrel appears to agree that this does not, in fact, seem to be a safe place for squirrels, and makes a dash for the stairwell.
hate_gettin_older: (i can see clearly now)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2019-03-11 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar tosses the comic onto the hammock, and charges after.

If the door at the bottom of the stairs is closed -- and it should be -- they'll have it cornered!