[oh, kitty. she squints at it, but she's sort of generally confused right now and trying to settle herself. she also assumes she's being made fun of right now.]
-oh, alright, I see, they have to prove me wrong-- what is that?!
[he's taking a step back from the tank, both ears pinning back as he stares at it. he has not yet encountered this hell octopus; as its shape swirls, there's something in there that's decidedly misshapen, largely a mess of faintly glowing tentacle-like shapes, and he quickly takes another step away from it.]
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How droll. I was simply testing something.
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[the cat gives another chirp. it's pretty much that thing where they meow because you're talking and they're like yes hello i participate.]
Testing what?
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It...you know how it is. Seeing how things respond.
[she is very obviously lying.]
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Suppose they're a little disappointing on that front, then. Not the most reactive.
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[he's taking a step back from the tank, both ears pinning back as he stares at it. he has not yet encountered this hell octopus; as its shape swirls, there's something in there that's decidedly misshapen, largely a mess of faintly glowing tentacle-like shapes, and he quickly takes another step away from it.]
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[she's turned away from it, absolutely not looking in its direction.]
Tell me what you see.
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[there's some eldritch shit going on in this tank, man.]
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It does. I thought - it doesn't matter what I thought.
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[she keeps looking back in there and then looking away.]
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[the longer he looks at it, the more it's taking on a more... humanoid shape, though, and he quickly decides to look away as well.]
There's something wrong with the lighting in the tank, I think.
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[she is much more confident now that she knows he sees something too.]
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[it's in a tank. what's the worst that could happen.]
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[she sounds confident, finally.]
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[did it just make a sound-?]
...might be better to just leave it be, though, I can't say I like it much.
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[she takes a deep breath and will turn and walk out the way she came.]
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[he exhales, relieved, as they move away from whatever the Fuck is in that tank. it is not an octopus, he feels confident in that much.]
...the rest of the place is more relaxing, at least. I don't think I mind it.
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[but she's more grumpy than anything. what a week, right? it's monday.]
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[no fish for harrow.]
You don't seem like the bar type, maybe not the beach if it's the fish... there's the music store?