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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2019-03-26 08:03 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2019-03-26 08:03 am
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MHA #4; Tuesday Afternoon [03/26].
Having access to interdimensional portals without having to go through Portalocity definitely had its advantages sometimes, but adventuring with her grampa had Summer really appreciating that hospitality that came with going through a professional organization. Nothing like being all but booted through a portal opening up on your ceiling to come crashing down into your living room and just barely missing landing on your couch. Good thing no one lived below her! And good thing no one lived with her except for her cat to witness the moment of cringing in pain over the armrest having gotten her right at the center of her spine and the colorful string of curses and dispargement of Rick's failure to fine-tune his coordinants a little better for a little more furniture-avoiding drop-offs.
But she was back, and, as far as random Rickventures went, she was fairly untraumatized, only had to kill maybe a dozen aliens this time around, and she had nothing gross clinging to her hair, nor did she feel the need to burn her outfit forever. In fact, she'd scored a cute new outfit out of the whole deal and she managed to make it through the less-than-smooth portal without crushing the real prize from the whole thing, which she held up triumphantly just as Pancakes came sniffing around to see what all the fuss was about.
"Yeah, that's right," said Summer, "this is for you. If it works as advertised, no more puking in spaceships for this little kitty. Nuh-uh! No more! We'll just have to see how much time to give it before trying to ask BDG to let you even near his ship again to try it out."
She went to go rub Pancakes' head, but Pancakes, with a faintly disgusted sounding meow, pulled her head away and stalked a little bit toward the kitchen. She settled down and let out a planative meow, giving a glance toward her food bowl, which, for the record, was completely half-full.
"Don't you give me that look," Summer warned her. "This is exactly the reason I got you an automatic feeder. You're fine. Don't even act like you didn't just relish every single moment of being able to have this whole apartment to yourself."
Pancakes lifted her nose a little and appeared to sulk at this, even if Summer was mostly right. It was the principle of the matter, though. Why tolerate being fed from a robot when she had a perfectly good flesh slave to do it, instead? Humans just did not understand. But, she figured, as she decided to go over to Summer and rub against her leg a little since she didn't smell at all right anymore, some humans weren't too bad.
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But she was back, and, as far as random Rickventures went, she was fairly untraumatized, only had to kill maybe a dozen aliens this time around, and she had nothing gross clinging to her hair, nor did she feel the need to burn her outfit forever. In fact, she'd scored a cute new outfit out of the whole deal and she managed to make it through the less-than-smooth portal without crushing the real prize from the whole thing, which she held up triumphantly just as Pancakes came sniffing around to see what all the fuss was about.
"Yeah, that's right," said Summer, "this is for you. If it works as advertised, no more puking in spaceships for this little kitty. Nuh-uh! No more! We'll just have to see how much time to give it before trying to ask BDG to let you even near his ship again to try it out."
She went to go rub Pancakes' head, but Pancakes, with a faintly disgusted sounding meow, pulled her head away and stalked a little bit toward the kitchen. She settled down and let out a planative meow, giving a glance toward her food bowl, which, for the record, was completely half-full.
"Don't you give me that look," Summer warned her. "This is exactly the reason I got you an automatic feeder. You're fine. Don't even act like you didn't just relish every single moment of being able to have this whole apartment to yourself."
Pancakes lifted her nose a little and appeared to sulk at this, even if Summer was mostly right. It was the principle of the matter, though. Why tolerate being fed from a robot when she had a perfectly good flesh slave to do it, instead? Humans just did not understand. But, she figured, as she decided to go over to Summer and rub against her leg a little since she didn't smell at all right anymore, some humans weren't too bad.
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