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[diastereomer]

The current influx of, ah, individuals- while not necessarily unusual, is still considered a deviation from status quo, yes? 

[ Muttering about time and the coinciding of the start of the month with this sudden influx-- there is a pause as he considers whether he really wants to make this a public announcement or if he wants to wander The City by himself.

Why not make use of the hundreds of eyes at his disposal? ]

I assume that everyone has their hands full, so I will make this brief. If anyone happens to spy a chubby grey tabby with yellow eyes, or an all white cat with green eyes, would you please contact me?

Much appreciated.



[ ooc: anything goes! Yusuf is cool to just talk about cats tbh ]

Comments

[awfullymodern.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you're pretty smart.

I'm in between jobs, right now.

audio; I'll make it easy. More hair that Troy.

[crying-jock.livejournal.com]

But what if was here and he just say on my shoulder? Nobody wouldn't step on A.B.

[next-top-zombie.livejournal.com]

Are you... judging our diet? Cause, looking at you? You're really not in a position to. You are not runway-ready, my friend. Okay?

[icanshasdweems.livejournal.com]

Mrrkgnao.

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I even like to believe it.

Oh. Well what is it that you used to do, mister...?

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

No sense that I can discern- then again, it would seem you have been under longer. However, I do wonder about these people that apparently come and go.

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

My degree is biochemistry and pharmacology, not nutrition, but in this case I think I could give you all a few pointers- from a medical perspective, that is.

I prefer to think of it the other way around; the runway is not quite ready for me.

DO YOU WANT TO BE RHADA??

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ Oh. My. God.

R-reaches for..... ]

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Shoo now, the zoo is...

[ Oh. Yusuf might not have been paying attention when Eames mentioned which direction the Zoo was in. Really, when was he going to need to know such a thing?

Obviously, Yusuf is ill-prepared for The City. And this goat... ]

That way.

[ Points. ]

[next-top-zombie.livejournal.com]

Cause... the runway doesn't come in plus size?

[baaalackhearted.livejournal.com]

NO ONE TELLS THE LAMIA WHERE TO GO. YOU BAA-AA-AA-STARD.

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

It does not come in triple digit IQ scores either, but I digress.

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

What th-

[ Yusuf, having a rather adequate sense of self-preservation, takes a step back from the screaming goat.

Around his hand, he adds, ] Sorry?

[baaalackhearted.livejournal.com]

DID YOU THINK YOU COULD TRICK ME-EE-E.

[Run, Yusuf.]

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Would you be opposed to arguing semantics?

[ SEE? THIS IS WHY NO ONE TAKES YOU HOME, DEMON GOAT.

Also, he'll take you up on that running idea; hitting any button on his device that will allow him to call someone- ANYONE- for help. ]

THAT WAS MY INTENTION, if it's okay with you :3

[icanshasdweems.livejournal.com]

[baaalackhearted.livejournal.com]

CO-OO-ON ARTIST!! SHA-AA-AA-AM!! WE WILL FEAST UPON YOU IN HE-EE-EE-LL!!

[This goat is probably no match for extractors with rifles and grenade launchers. BUT NEXT TIME, GADGET, NEXT TIME.]

;3; you get all of the kitty treats. all of them!

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ Scooping her up with both hands, Yusuf hold her to his chest; one hand supporting her bum (her tail lazily swishing against his kurta) and the other curled around her little front paws to keep her from playing with his beard. ]

I have never been happier to see your little hungry face.

Hooray!

[icanshasdweems.livejournal.com]

Mrk.

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

How about you go feast upon some cardboard in an alley!

[ Running into the first open doorway he comes to, Yusuf slams the door on the crazy talking goat. ]

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. I can tell the feeling is mutual.

[ Scritching her under her neck, Yusuf starts off toward the flat. He saw some tuna in the cupboard that he suspects either Arthur doesn't know about, or it is the only meal Arthur can be trusted to make himself without endangering everyone in Building 11. ]

Do we want some tuna? Tu-na?

[icanshasdweems.livejournal.com]

Gurrhurr.

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ In the fashion of all pet owners who adore and think the world of their pets, Yusuf assumes that Rhada somehow translates the way he says tuna with the word itself and is thusly, loving on him for that. ]

What a smart kitty you are. Such a smart kitty. [ The affectionate rubbing travels from under her chin to the flat, soft top of her head. ]

Who will be more surprised to see you, Pancake or Eames? Do you remember him? Eames? The big man who sits in your papasan? Yes, you remember him.

[icanshasdweems.livejournal.com]

[diastereomer.livejournal.com]

[ Oh the wisdom of a cat-- if only she knew how Eames stalks her just as often as she stalks him. They're quite the pair, even when she's curled up on his belly, refusing to give up her papasan even if someone is already sleeping in it. ]

I suppose we will have to keep you away from the bird. Not that you have ever shown a particular interest in ingesting parakeet- but we cannot have you eating Arthur's friends.

[ When she cracks one eye open at that, Yusuf stands his ground against cute kitty assault. ]

I mean it, chew on Eames if you must.