Boys and their toys. Why are you all so defensive over a set of wheels? I swear Greg would cry if someone messed with his "baby". Some old Mustang something or another. I sat on the hood once and I thought he was going to flip his shit.
ooc: handwaving a bit so that she's local at the moment.
Waverly laughed as she signed off the computer and shook her head. Part of her debated Adam's seriousness regarding the cat but in the end she wound up wrestling the little beast into his carrier. After taking the time to treat a new set of scratches to the back of her hand and one to her neck (she wasn't kidding about the cat being a bitch), she changed her clothes into something more suitable than a ratty sweatsuit and left for Adam's place.
She didn't drive anything flashy like a Trans Am, she had a reliable Toyota. Gold, compact and clean, save for the tell tale traces of snow and dirt that come from driving through a city in winter. Parking, as always in this place, was a bit of a hassle but Waverly found a spot not too far from the brick building that was her destination and after feeding the meter, she hauled the cat, her purse and herself up to the brownstone.
She felt a bit odd letting herself into the home of someone she'd only had phone conversations with so she knocked before entering. "Hello? Hi...it's um...your friendly bitchy cat delivery service."
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Date: 2009-01-19 02:32 am (UTC)Give me an address and a time and I'll wrestle His Royal Fluffiness into a carrier.
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Date: 2009-01-19 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 02:59 am (UTC)It's the middle of winter and you park on the street, do you think I'd be wearing anything less than multiple layers and a down jacket?
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 03:11 am (UTC)You coming or what?
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:13 am (UTC)And yes, I'll be there. Takes time to round up a furball.
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:13 am (UTC)Entice him with a steak or something. Doesn't that work?
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:18 am (UTC)You think you're just that irresistible, don't you?
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Date: 2009-01-19 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 05:01 am (UTC)Waverly laughed as she signed off the computer and shook her head. Part of her debated Adam's seriousness regarding the cat but in the end she wound up wrestling the little beast into his carrier. After taking the time to treat a new set of scratches to the back of her hand and one to her neck (she wasn't kidding about the cat being a bitch), she changed her clothes into something more suitable than a ratty sweatsuit and left for Adam's place.
She didn't drive anything flashy like a Trans Am, she had a reliable Toyota. Gold, compact and clean, save for the tell tale traces of snow and dirt that come from driving through a city in winter. Parking, as always in this place, was a bit of a hassle but Waverly found a spot not too far from the brick building that was her destination and after feeding the meter, she hauled the cat, her purse and herself up to the brownstone.
She felt a bit odd letting herself into the home of someone she'd only had phone conversations with so she knocked before entering. "Hello? Hi...it's um...your friendly bitchy cat delivery service."