Not-So-Abandoned Warehouse: Sunday
Aug. 3rd, 2014 04:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Thanks to a robotic arm and hand with a laser pointer, Cheryls ocelot was now being properly entertained and less likely to attack visitors and Barry himself.
Not that Barry wasn't taking his eyes off the ocelot. He'd had enough scratches thank you very much.
And in between monitoring his experiments, Barry was cleaning up the spots where Boudou had marked her territory.
"Not enough fucking tufted ears in this world to make this fun."
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Not that Barry wasn't taking his eyes off the ocelot. He'd had enough scratches thank you very much.
And in between monitoring his experiments, Barry was cleaning up the spots where Boudou had marked her territory.
"Not enough fucking tufted ears in this world to make this fun."
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Date: 2014-08-04 11:47 am (UTC)"I think you have a longer story to tell me about this," he replied. "But yeah, sub, plane, fucking rocketship. Whatever. I can do that for you."
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Date: 2014-08-04 08:02 pm (UTC)Eight months had passed. Grace might well be dead, by now.
"But ... thank you."
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Date: 2014-08-04 08:31 pm (UTC)Yes. He's making a list, Eleanor.