trans_9 | What Some Take For Magic At First Glance [Opentastic]

Howard has avoided The Warehouse entirely for the last few days. Something about wandering around in it alone seems like a profoundly unsettling prospect. Even when he returns to it, he decides it's a better idea to work out in the front yard than actually lounge around the living room.

Today's project is a roller fridge. Having found three sets of identical rollerblades (for someone with six legs? Or just three right feet?), Howard's set to dismantling them and fixing them to a mini-refrigerator he found in an unclaimed house down the tracks. He eventually plans on recalibrating the fridge into a freezer and attaching a handle to drag it to and from Hydroponics, but actually putting wheels on it seems to be the most difficult task so far.

After several failed attempts to use a candle-lighter to weld some sort of axle on, Howard gets a drill and an extension cord out. The sound of the drill upsets the cat, whom he's zipped into an old backpack, bar her head. He doesn't want her to run off onto the tracks, after all, or leave her alone in the house, and despite all the random junk he's accumulated, he hasn't yet found a small leash or collar.

She growls at him and struggles to free herself, but he routinely calms her down with cat treats and a sock full of catnip when the noise scares her too much. To keep her attention, he slips one of the cat treats up his sleeve and out of sight. That's just sleight of hand.

The fridge, on the other hand, may require more creativity. He sits with the backpack full of cat on his lap, chewing on a hangnail, trying to figure out how exactly he's going to give it wheels that can swivel.

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"Wow. You're dense." Howard rolls his eyes. "I was joking, mostly. It was worth it for the look on your face."

"Doing what?"

Hana frowned in annoyance before pointing directly at Howards face. "Chewing over and over on that lace like a sheep eating grass."

"Sorry, does it bother you?" He makes a point to chew extra exaggeratedly. "I like to chew things. Back home, people chew on stuff to pretend they're not hungry. If that's a problem, you can go."

Because he much prefers the shoelace to your company, Hana.

Hana just looks at him with an unimpressed expression before putting on a cocky smile and pretending to chew in that open-mouthed, loud lip-smacking way.

"Uh huh." Howard goes back to petting Emergency Rations and poking at the fridge. "You'll have to get your own shoelace. This one's mine."

Hana didn't say a word and just kept on false-chewing, hands digging about in his pockets. Taro opened his eyes to look down at the teen, confused as to the sound he was making.

Howard can see what you're trying to do, Hana. He keeps tinkering with the fridge, ignoring the sound. He could do this all day.

So could Hana, he's not due to be anywhere. In fact, he lowers himself to sit on the ground, in a comfortable position, of course, because he may be here awhile.

Ah. Once Hana's on the ground, Howard makes his move. He unzips the backpack.

Emergency Rations, cantankerous from a day zipped up in her little fabric cage, bursts out of the backpack and lunges for Taro.

Hana pulls a look of shock and ducks his head down to avoid flying cats.

Taro hisses, his white fur standing on end but with a leap and some expert use of his wings he hovers above them all like a bird of prey, just out of Emergency Rations reach.

Howard, satisfied at having temporarily stopped the chewing noise, whistles to himself and uses his screwdriver to attach some clasps to the fridge.

Emergency Rations hisses and tries to clamber up Hana to reach her prey, but finds that with her declawed paws, getting a grip is difficult. She gives a dissatisfied yowl.

Hana looked more confused than anything else at the cats botched attempt at climbing. Being careful to avoid bites from sharp teeth, he pulls the feline off whatever part of him she's managed to scale up too and places her in the soft mane that is his hair.

Taro makes a displeased noise, beating his wings above them and glaring down jealously.

"So, what's that for?" He gestured towards the fridge. "You gonna get rid of the bag and keep her in that? Looks like it'll be roomier."

Emergency Rations, having felt confined enough for the day, thrashes and gets tangled in Hana's hair, still yowling. Howard ignores her.

"This? No, this is going to be a present for the Chancellor. Kinda like an ice cream truck. You don't want to refrigerate cats."

Hana sighed and just shook his head like a wet dog, reaching up to pluck the cat out by the scruff, placing it on the ground, then running a hand through his hair. The abuse seems to have had no effect on the explosion of blonde sitting atop his skull.

"Why? If you're gonna eat it won't it make it last longer?"

"Dead meat goes bad. Living meat takes cat food, but it doesn't rot. Besides, like I said, I'm not eating the cat yet." He holds out a treat and Emergency Rations sniffs at him before acquiescing to return to his arms.

What Some Take For Magic At First Glance [Opentastic]

I'm sorry Howard's such a tool. D:

It's alright. I'll just wait 'till October so I can set Diana on him

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