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[canhasapride.livejournal.com]

There's a flash and a bang and suddenly there is a well-muscled man in a rather ridiculous looking costume standing in the woods. But that might go overlooked since he's also wearing a frilly white apron (someone took his more manly one) and holding a skillet in which a pair of eggs still sizzle half-fried.

"Huh," he says casually as his head swivels around searching for threats. Definitely not Kansas.

Not that he was in Kansas before...

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[respectthegun]

Flashbangs are getting economical these days, because it's the same one, not a follow-up, that's also produced another man - almost as well muscled and with a slightly more ridiculous costume.

Sitting on a breakfast bar stool and in the act of lighting up a cigarette.

"That's fucked up," he observes, and finishes the act.

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"Depends on what's going on," Thomas cautions.

"But... yeah. It is. Don't suppose this has happened to you before, has it?" Floyd's lived a long and storied life, after all.

[respectthegun]

"Nope."

Floyd says it around the cigarette and breathes in that precious first darg of its short life.

Then he takes it out of his life and glances around.

"You?"

Never know what kind of weirdass stuff might happen in Africa.

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"Nope." Thomas stares at his rapidly cooling and undercooked eggs wistfully.

"The timing sucks, though."

[respectthegun]

There's only one way the timing could really suck, over just sucking in general.

"Let me guess," Floyd says. "Eggs aren't done."

Sucks.

[canhasapride.livejournal.com]

"Nope." He lifts the skillet and tilts it enough to watch the way-too-runny eggs slide right out and onto the ground.

"Damn."

[respectthegun]

Lawton disapproves of this turn of events. Mildly.

"Could've saved them and made a fire or something."

Now they don't have any eggs at all, and Floyd is sad. :(

[canhasapride.livejournal.com]

"Twice-cooked eggs?" Thomas frowns in disapproval. "They'd get all rubbery."

Though... Blake's never known Lawton to be all that picky.

[respectthegun]

"Better than not eaten at all, is all I'm saying," Lawton tells him, confirming his suspicions.

And as if it's only just occurred to him to pay attention to his new surroundings or the gravitas of the situation, he looks around again.

"Don't reckon there's a diner 'round here anywhere?"

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Thomas sniffs at the air. "Huh. I don't think so. Smells like wilderness out here."

[respectthegun]

"Fucking great."

Just to spite reality for that, Floyd takes a deep drag of his smoke.

"And you just tipped the last of our eats on the forest floor."

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Blake rolls his eyes. "There's plenty to eat out here." They'll just have to hunt it.

[respectthegun]

"Yeah, like I'm gonna want to eat something you've killed. That's really gonna spoil my appetite. No offense, Blake."

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There is a rabbit, muttering to himself as he trudges through the woods, dragging a rather large sack behind him. The sack clinks repeatedly as it bumps into rocks and things, and from inside a sloshing sound can be heard.

"Fiskin' factory, so fiskin' far away from the fiskin' farmhouse. Fiskin' cars runn' out of fiskin' ga-"

He stops, staring at the men in front of him, like a deer caught in the headlights. He twitches his nose once or twice, then looks up at them, with an innocent expression on his face. "Ah... mew?"

[respectthegun]

Oh look, a talking rabbit.

Floyd looks at it, then stops caring. Blake can talk to it if he wants.

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Blake looks over at his companion and twitches an eyebrow. "You were the one complaining about the food situation," he points out with a vague gesture toward the rabbit.

[respectthegun]

Lawton eyes Blake.

"You're the big white hunter guy."

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The Rabbit bares his teeth in what might be a grin. "Oh, just try it."

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"I'm not really all that hungry, and the thing's kinda small." He's not precisely ignoring the rabbit out of rudeness. It's just that the Six have a tendency to get wrapped up in annoying each other and forget the world around them merits attention.

[respectthegun]

"You were hungry enough to want to cook eggs in the middle of the night."

And Floyd was hungry enough to eat them. Because that's why they were alone together in the middle of the night anyway; hunger.

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The bunny tsks his head. "God, you bicker like a couple of old queens." He shrugs, his bag clinking and sloshing again. "Then again, tights."

[canhasapride.livejournal.com]

That finally draws Thomas' notice. "It's tradition."

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"Bickering like queers is tradition?" The Bunny shrugs. "Far be it from me to break with tradition."

[respectthegun]

Lawton doesn't look at the bunny until he's grinned, shrugged, and given a pointed look at Blake's tights, and apron.

"Who's bickering? This ain't even a tiff."

You can tell when they have a tiff. Someone ends up hurt.

[canhasapride.livejournal.com]

Blood's a good indicator of such things, yeah.

"And at least we're wandering through the forest talking to each other rather than to ourselves." Not that they don't talk to themselves on occasion...