Grr's pizza

Grr loaps over
Grr: g'day there little one . .. . i been lookin fer ya

Abigel raises an eyebrow, looking around.
Grr: yeah, you

You: Hiya.

Grr: How are ya? All yer limbs on I see, thats good.. I scented ya to and from Tha Pit a few times, so ya can see why i was concerned, yeah?

Abigel sniffs and wipes her nose, her deep voice shouts of boredom and desipse. "Swell"

Grr: “Yyeah, xactly” Ya hungry? I am, i was thinkin i'd cook, fer a change...”

Abigel perks an eyebrow again, thinking for a while as if the concept was new. "Hungry?"

Grr: “mmhmm, us growin folks like ta take solid food from time ta time ta fill tha belly, and fill out tha skin and bones”

Grr looks casually but speaks seriously "I think it's do ya good, yeah?"

Abigel looks down. "Yeah, food. Okay"

Grr nods and brightens "good one . ... burgers or pizza?"

Abigel scratches her ass "Pizza... I guess."

Grr: “Can do… Comin? Have a seat.”

Abigel looks around with a sigh. "Diner."

Abigel climbs a chair

Grr: “That it is, one of my favourite places...”

Abigel raises an eyebrow but her expression is still of a bored teen as she looks around with doubt

Grr: “Righto”
Grr: “So, i'm gonna MAKE tha bases . . .”
Grr: “bear with me”
Grr grabs bowls, and fishes under the desk for flower

Abigel pulls up her upper lip slightly. "You really cook"

Grr: “uhh, yeah? why? i learnt in tha Army”

Abigel rests her head on her elbows. "I just find food."

Mark wanders in and gives everyone a small smile... he loooks about, he looks to the girl for a while before moving his eyes to grr, "erm... grr isn't it...?"

Abigel perks a bored eyebrow at the neko. "Yeah, he is called that"

Grr looks under the window "yup, thats me . . i'm . . makin pizza , . . "

Mark nods slowly... "Alright..." Smiles at the mention on pizza... "Mind if i have some?" He moves over to a seat... waiting for him to say yes before he sits.
Grr starts mixing the flour, and water, and oil in a a bowl

Abigel takes the glass and licks her fingertip, circling with it over its edge absently.

Grr mixed the flour and starts kneeding the dough

Mark sits down anyway... he sighs and starts to mash the food on the plate.

Grr: awright

Abigel makes the glass sing with her finger as Grr cooks, looking at the process every now and then.

Grr: “So, Abi, where ya been hangin then?”

Abigel puts down the glass and looks up. "Well, not near the library, for sure."

Grr: “Yeah, i gathered that . . .ya know yer welcome there . . .i stay there a lot myself”

Abigel grunts and looks away.

Mark picks up the glass... he sways it in his hand and pours the measily bit of drink down he throut...

Grr finishes the ball of dough, and puts it aside

You: I have a room. I can take care of myself. I dont need anyones help.

Grr grabs the bag of mushgrooms and the sick of salami out of his pack and tosses it on the bench
Grr: a room huh? nice one . . .

Abigel takes a knife and scratches the bartop absently. "Yeah, I painted it all black”

Mark: What a nice friendly colour.. *smiles*

Grr: “Mmmmhmm, cover up tha graffiti and stuff”
Grr: “blood stains and tha like?”

Abigel: “Yeah. It is not perfect though. I should use some ectoplasmic paint or something”

Grr slides his short sword out of its scabbard.

Abigel perks an eyebrow at the sound of a blade.

Grr: prepair ta DIE, salami!

Abigel giggles.

Mark grins.

Abigel rolls her eyes, but smiles for the first time.

Grr starts to hack at the salami, seemingly wildly, but close attention will show quite deliberate alternating strikes.

Mark looks between the two.. "Im guessing you both are omega..?"

Abigel: I am Abigel

Mark smiles, "Good to meet you.. Im Mark."

You: So... consider me an alpha

Grr: nope, Omega is a pale lookin lady, red hair, powerful spirit
Grr: pointy teeth

Abigel rolls her eyes.

Mark stretches his arm over the chair for Abigel to shake as he nods to there words.. "Well.. i meant.. you both work at the library. Your in that clan. Or group.”
Mark shrugs. “not to certain.”

Abigel looks at the hand. "Sure." she shakes it tentatively

Grr: i live there, tha Institute is my pack

Mark nods as he takes his hand back.. "I see." He wipes his hand down his top naturally.

Abigel crosses her arms. "I dont live there. But my mums.... "

Grr gathers up the salami pieces and swaps them for mushroom

Mark: Mums... Plural? *raises a eye brow*

Abigel looks up at the ceiling with a sigh.
Abigel: Complicated.

Mark nods.. "Alright. I wont press you,"

Grr: “yup,interestin family we have”

Mark nods to grr... "Yeh.."

Abigel shrugs. "The are both dead anyways."

Grr: died, they both died, not quite tha same
Mark nods slowly.. "Im sorry to hear that.."
Grr looks at Abi carefully
Abigel continues scratching the table. "Yeah, Grr is right. One is an angel who can only come to me when I sleep and the other was eaten alive, because that is a nice hobby"

Mark itches his neck.. "Right... sounds... delightful."

Abigel looks back at Grr in the eye briefly before focusing on the knife again.

Grr starts rapidly hacking the mushrooms into slivers whilst looking Abi in the eye
Grr: "die mushroom scum, die"

Mark half smiles at Grr... "I have gun... might work better."

Mark: Maybe some explosives if we want to go really over the top.. *smirks*

Grr makes a pile of massacred mushroom, and flicks his sword, re-sheathing it with a flourish
Grr: “not needed mate, spit roast, maybe”

Mark nods.. "Righto."

Grr: right, now tha bases
Grr: so, Abi, how about what ya do fer fun? hey?

Abigel chips out small pieces from the table carefully. "So yeah... they brought me to this place and expected me.... Actualy I dont think they even expected anything of me. So yeah, I have a place and I live there. Not in the library, no."
Abigel looks up: “Fun?”

Mark looks over to Abi.. then down to the table with a slight frown.

Grr: yeah, ta pass tha time with all yer freedom

Abigel: “I stare.”

Grr: “hey, cool, nice”
Grr: “see anythin?”
Grr: and if ya say "infinity" i'm givin ya a spankin . .. ha

Abigel: “Sure. I see the black walls. Relaxing.”

Mark itches his ear.. "Sound fun.. you should come on down to fish co. Might find some fun there if you ever want to take time out.."

Grr starts flattening out the dough onto a pan

Mark: Us kittens can be fun *smiles..* Much better than a wall im sure.

Abigel regards Mark doubtfully

Grr looks at Mark with a protective, predatory glance as he pauses in the flattening

Mark itches his head... looking at them both.. "Ok.. Never mind."

Mark gives them both a vague smile.. "Just a suggestion"

You: I am sure you kitties enjoy chasing mice and fishing and all. You see, I know where all the mice are and fish. I snap a finger and they are there." a bunch of mice appear in the middle of the kitchen, running to separate corners franctically
Abigel shrugs, unimpressed by her own trick

Grr: hmm

Mark shakes his head.. "Na... i dont like mice or fish.. now sweets are nice..." he smiles... "We just play around and have fun"

Grr starts spreading tomato paste around the pizza bases

Abigel growls, raising her voice. "I grew up at a place I had a birthday every other day. Dont tell me I dont know how to have fun"

Grr: mmmhmmm . . .

Mark frowns, looking up to her. "Im sorry..."

Mark: Didn't mean to upset you abi,

Grr: so . . .Abi, ya had any formal combat trainin? now THAT is fun . . .
Abigel slams the knife on the table and crosses her arms, looking at the pizza being prepared.

Abigel: “Combat training?”

Grr: “cause i can see ya know how ta treat a knife with respect”

Abigel seems sniffs. "I have punched Blue and Labyrinth once or twice..."

Grr: “punchin anybody with a hand can do that. I mean how ta hurt folks without leavin a mark Or tear an arm off and make em ask fer tha wet end

Mark frowns a little... knowing all about that.

Grr:” Tricks and traps of ambush and stalkin”

Abigel bites her lip. "I could use that"

Grr: “Small arms combat, close in fire support. Artillery and demolishions”
Grr: “Room clearance tactics and prisoner extraction”

Abigel chuckles. "Do you want me to wear a red headband too?"

Mark smiles marginally at the comment.

Grr: “No”

Abigel cleans the dirt from beneath her nails. "Okay"

Grr: “But i want ya ta focus on what ya can do and what ya are. it . . err . . .worked fer me. I was zoo born Abi”

Abigel tilts a head. “Focus. Why?”

Grr: “cause ya have a gift”

Mark looks at his watch and get out of his chair.. "Well.. im off.. Il see you two some time maybe."

Grr: “Cause ya aint like most of tha Fleshies”

Grr nods
Grr spreads salami and mushroom over the pizza

Mark nods to the pair and exits briskly.

Abigel nods, passing him a plate of sweets that she pulls out from under a newspaper
Abigel: Take care

Mark smiles, taking the sweets.. "Thanks."

Grr fishes a bag of shredded cheese and heaps it over the top

Abigel watches the red haired kitty take Marks place and nods. "Catpeople"

Grr: yeah . . great aint they? tasty

Abigel looks at the mess she has carved out of the table in front of her and shrugs, taking now the fork, discovering the joy of scratching parallel lines into it

Grr looks at the pizza, nods and slips it into the oven

Grr: so . . .do ya think any of that stuff sounds like fun, and . . .useful to ya?

Misfitz Messerchmitt scrunches her nose a little and pauses in the doorway. "Ah swear.. this place stinks an' I dun think it's the sewers.." Trails off and casts her dully glowing eyes towards Abigel. "Hmm.. suppose that should be as friendly a greeting I should expect.. eh?

Abigel shrugs. "Sure, if you say so. Some people just get on my nerves..." she stops as the kitty speaks. "Yeah, hiya"

Grr: “cause . . .well, i aint much of a conversationalist, or a deep thinker like tha others, but i got skills, and i'm . . .good at it”

Grr looks under the nook at Misfitz

Misfitz Messerchmitt snickers quietly and scans the counter for a menu, quickly plucking one up to thumb through it. "Hallo.." Was softly murmured while she browsed for food to choke down.

Grr: “you talkin about tha way i smell, or my cookin, Kit-lady?”

Abigel looks back at Grr "So they get on my nerves, like that Blue bitch or even your ladyship. Would be fun to send them to hell"

Misfitz Messerchmitt peers over the top of the menu and offers a crooked smile. "I more meant tha' whole damned town...

Grr: cause i'm makin pizza . . tha rest of that is . .err . .on tha house

Misfitz Messerchmitt gingerly rub the back of a hand against her nose. "Eh, let's say I fell off the back of a truck and am a wee bit new around here. So I'd be the last to judge a warm meal so long as it ain't got roaches on it."

Grr: mmhmmmm well, now, Abi, see . . .tha trick ta livin a long and un-scarred life
Grr: mmmhmmm, well, i think we got enough ta slide ya some too

Abigel makes sure parallel lines scratched with fork stay there for a long time, so she is making a thorough job with them. "Long and unscarred."

Misfitz Messerchmitt offers a playful two fingered salute. "Let's see what I can scrap up money wise.." A hand was already rummaging in a pocket to pull out a few crumpled dollar bills.

Grr: yeah . . not like me
Grr: short lived and heavily scarred
Grr: nice one
Grr: awrighht, looks ready . . .smell that, yeah?

Abigel sniffs as the pizza starts to dominate the air. "Not bad."

Misfitz Messerchmitt turns her head slowly to watch the carving compliments of Abigel. "So.. you have a name or will 'hey you' work?

Abigel pokes out a tongue, still entangled in artclass. "Abby"

Grr gave you Slice of Pizza.

Misfitz Messerchmitt grins. "Well, nice to meet'cha then Abby.. I'd be Fitz or Fitzy.. take yer pick.

Grr: pizza fer three

Abigel looks up, dropping the fork "Yummie"

Misfitz Messerchmitt couldn't have offered a more wide-eyed gawk to the pizza, stomach rumbled and she'd quickly take a bite.. cursing being the damn stuff was still hot!

Slice of Pizza whispers: Yummy, Good Pizza!

Abigel grabs a slice and nods, her mouth already full. "Nice mffff to mee... you Fizz"

Misfitz Messerchmitt snickered, covering her mouth with a free hand as not to send partially chewed pizza bits flying. "Mhph.. yea'..'

Grr: GODDESS, hot, hot, ow

Misfitz Messerchmitt cringed a bit at Grr's appearance seemed to finally sink in though she really wouldn't say much.. not a good start to make enemies already.
Grr: whats up, Kit-Lady, never had a Shifter feed ya and not tear off yer arms ta make desert with?

Misfitz Messerchmitt slowly and surely inhales the pizza slice, choking on the last mouthful. "Ngh.. w-what? Yeah.. I guess tha's a nice way to put it. Sorry, ah usually dun stare.

Abigel eats two pizza slices covered together with 3 bites.

Misfitz Messerchmitt idley thumbs over the silverware closest to herself.. lost in the glimmer for a few moments before peering back towards Grr with her eeriely glowing eyes.

Abigel sniffs again, putting the fork and the knife absently in a backpocket, and salutes. "Thanks for the food, general." She scribbles some notes on a paper. "And that is my address. In case... you need a headcount"

Grr grins at Mizfitz

Misfitz Messerchmitt frowns and lowers her gaze towards the counter infront of herself.

Grr: and ya know ya can always call, Abi . . if ya feel tha itch ta make stuff go boom

Abigel smiles brightly. "Oooh, I do feel that often."