[ Definitely the cat hair. He's been busy in his fake AU life all week taking in misbehaving minors and acts-like-minros and Persian hasn't had time for a good brushing. Anyway the girl sneezes and goes damn well near psycho like a flip of a switch. Nanu reels visibly, eyes wide with confusion. Even Persian shuffles back and moans low, tail swishing. The moment Jill's hands are on Nanu Persian is biting the hem of her lacy goth skirt and pulling her back. If she didn't think Nanu could handle himself against someone already cuffed she would have bitten more.
Nanu is still in shock but manages to get both his wrists over hers. She's got a strength in her now that seems divorced from the Toko he knows--even this weird memory-altered one who didn't know him the same way. More startlingly, it seems eve that piece of knowledge just got thrown out the proverbial train window. She knows. She knows which means she's been playing the long con better than him or something else entirely was going on. Either way this is a bad bad time and place. ]
Toko Furton-Cartier-- [Said very much with the stern disapproval of a thousand uncle-dads. ] You need to shut your mouth right now.
[ He wrestles with her for a moment before managing to secure both wrists between one of his hands, enough to free up his other which he promptly uses to shove over her mouth... tongue be damned. Gross. He presses hard and growls in her face through grit teeth, a hushed tone that implicates both of them are going to get into trouble if she keeps acting out. ]
You can't say things like that out in the open. [ Even speaking as vaguely as he is, he feels a cold chill on his neck. ]
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Nanu is still in shock but manages to get both his wrists over hers. She's got a strength in her now that seems divorced from the Toko he knows--even this weird memory-altered one who didn't know him the same way. More startlingly, it seems eve that piece of knowledge just got thrown out the proverbial train window. She knows. She knows which means she's been playing the long con better than him or something else entirely was going on. Either way this is a bad bad time and place. ]
Toko Furton-Cartier-- [Said very much with the stern disapproval of a thousand uncle-dads. ] You need to shut your mouth right now.
[ He wrestles with her for a moment before managing to secure both wrists between one of his hands, enough to free up his other which he promptly uses to shove over her mouth... tongue be damned. Gross. He presses hard and growls in her face through grit teeth, a hushed tone that implicates both of them are going to get into trouble if she keeps acting out. ]
You can't say things like that out in the open. [ Even speaking as vaguely as he is, he feels a cold chill on his neck. ]