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ROFLMAO. Bob kind of reminds me of a filthy-minded Willow Rosenberg here.
<3<3<3 Booooooob! \o/ This is fantastic, hands down.
“You could tell me one.” The force holding me in place vanished. “Harry’s first time! Was he coy? Did he blush when he spread his legs for you?”
“Enough,” I snarled, and all of a sudden I’d made my way over to the skull and swept it up from the floor. Gard would have scolded me I’m sure, but I’ve discovered I have surprisingly good instincts for this kind of thing. “Sleep.”
NO WAIT. KEEP TALKING.
“You could tell me one.” The force holding me in place vanished. “Harry’s first time! Was he coy? Did he blush when he spread his legs for you?”
“Enough,” I snarled, and all of a sudden I’d made my way over to the skull and swept it up from the floor. Gard would have scolded me I’m sure, but I’ve discovered I have surprisingly good instincts for this kind of thing. “Sleep.”
NO WAIT. KEEP TALKING.
Loved this. It's Harry's affection for Bob that really gets me, that and Marcone's response to it.
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I’d made my way over to the skull and swept it up from the floor.
Uh. recalling some of Harry's paranoia in (I want to say) Grave Peril, doesn't that now mean Bob's at John's beck and call?
And love the paperweight comment.
THIS WAS AWESOME. Oh my god, Bob forcing Marcone to stay and listen was freaky and awesome. The whole talk of taking over his mind and having it stopped by, "aw, man, that morality thing, I'm so bad at that" = creepy and brilliant.
And the reiteration that everything Harry has fits into a duffel bag hurts me deep. Oh, Harry. 8(
And the reiteration that everything Harry has fits into a duffel bag hurts me deep. Oh, Harry. 8(
unrelated, but I have a .doc file with ALL of the Fake Rahm's tweets. Want?
It's Dead Beat, and it's a biiiit more complicated than that, I think.
When Cowl was physically holding Bob, yes he had control of him. But Harry still seems to have priority ownership (likely because he got Bob through right of conquest when he killed Justin). The second Cowl let go of Bob, Bob was answering Harry's orders again.
Actually, it's also possible to interpret that scene as Bob playing double agent the entire time he's with Cowl, but I don't think that jives with the rest of the Bob canon...
When Cowl was physically holding Bob, yes he had control of him. But Harry still seems to have priority ownership (likely because he got Bob through right of conquest when he killed Justin). The second Cowl let go of Bob, Bob was answering Harry's orders again.
Actually, it's also possible to interpret that scene as Bob playing double agent the entire time he's with Cowl, but I don't think that jives with the rest of the Bob canon...
Thank you - brain isn't firing right yet this morning. I knew that possession was 9/10s of the law, there. I just didn't remember how 'ownership' transferred.
(ION I apparently now have a Wysocki muse, and yes, it's taking me there.)
(ION I apparently now have a Wysocki muse, and yes, it's taking me there.)
"Thanks for this, Murph." Harry ruffled the fur on Mouse's head again, leaving it standing up at odd ends until the giant dog shook his head once and it fell back into place. "I'll be back in a week, tops. And I'll call tonight with the hotel number and everything."
"Yeah Harry. We're good." I started herding Harry toward my front door. We did this every time he had to leave Mouse and Mister with me. Worse than a mom leaving her kid for the first time. Mister was already upstairs, sunning himself in the spare bedroom and Mouse was waiting patiently through the hugs and the double checks for food, emergency numbers and everything else.
"And you've got the number for the 24 hour vet?"
"Yes Harry." Add a little huff there at the end and roll my eyes. Harry saw it and grinned, shaking his head at himself.
"Right, right. Sorry. I'm going I'm going." One last duck down to ruffle the fur, a quick hug and Harry was finally gone, out the door. I waited until I heard the puffy wheeze of his clown car start up and back out my driveway and then I smoothed Mouse's fur down myself.
"Okay, mister Mouse. Let's go make some lunch."
The dog thumped his tail once, and headed back through the house into the kitchen.
~
I went to bed pretty early, yawning and making a mild fuss about how tired I was. Mister had sniffed daintly from his dinner time perch on the couch and trotted upstairs to his room. Mouse had taken one last stroll around in the back yard, done his business and then settled down on my living room floor.
It was close to midnight when I figured that enough time had passed and slid silently out of my bed. I was going to catch him at it this time.
I hadn't really paid it any attention, the first few times I'd pet-sat, but the last time, I'd realized that things were getting moved. Not like Mister bumped them or Mouse did with his tail. The cat only knocked things over when he was pissed, and Mouse had more grace in one rear paw than most humans I knew. Including his owner. No, I'd find newspapers slightly askew, or my magazines. Weird.
I went down the stairs carefully, dodging the creaking steps and floorboards. About half way down I paused to listen. Silence, and then the soft, nearly inaudible sound of paper sliding across paper. Another few steps and I could lean down and glance through the banister into the room below.
Mouse had his back to me, facing the big front windows. He was standing, head down, turning just slightly from side to side. A few minutes, and then he lifted a paw and there was the sound of sliding paper again. I flicked the light switch on on the stairs and Mouse jumped, whirling around to look at me.
I came the rest of the way down as he plopped his butt down on the floor and gave me a vacant, happy dog stare.
"Not falling for it buster." I turned on the light on the end table and looked down at what he'd been reading. I recognized one of my criminal law code books. Mouse whined and laid down, his nose resting on his paws, eyes wide and warm brown. "Oh, please. You were reading this, weren't you?"
A soft whuff. He rose and nosed the book a little, shifting it. A corner of a newspaper appeared. I picked the book up so I could see the top article. A story on one of Marcone's businesses burning to the ground. I knew about that one. Harry'd done it, of course. It'd been to get at the nest of giant preying mantis eggs in the basement, and Marcone had been in on the extermination, but still.
"The section on arson starts here." I set the book back down and flipped to that part from memory. "I don't suppose you need a notebook and a pencil?" Mouse shook his head. "Okay. Good night." I patted his boulder sized head and went back upstairs.
I left the light on in the living room for him.
"Yeah Harry. We're good." I started herding Harry toward my front door. We did this every time he had to leave Mouse and Mister with me. Worse than a mom leaving her kid for the first time. Mister was already upstairs, sunning himself in the spare bedroom and Mouse was waiting patiently through the hugs and the double checks for food, emergency numbers and everything else.
"And you've got the number for the 24 hour vet?"
"Yes Harry." Add a little huff there at the end and roll my eyes. Harry saw it and grinned, shaking his head at himself.
"Right, right. Sorry. I'm going I'm going." One last duck down to ruffle the fur, a quick hug and Harry was finally gone, out the door. I waited until I heard the puffy wheeze of his clown car start up and back out my driveway and then I smoothed Mouse's fur down myself.
"Okay, mister Mouse. Let's go make some lunch."
The dog thumped his tail once, and headed back through the house into the kitchen.
~
I went to bed pretty early, yawning and making a mild fuss about how tired I was. Mister had sniffed daintly from his dinner time perch on the couch and trotted upstairs to his room. Mouse had taken one last stroll around in the back yard, done his business and then settled down on my living room floor.
It was close to midnight when I figured that enough time had passed and slid silently out of my bed. I was going to catch him at it this time.
I hadn't really paid it any attention, the first few times I'd pet-sat, but the last time, I'd realized that things were getting moved. Not like Mister bumped them or Mouse did with his tail. The cat only knocked things over when he was pissed, and Mouse had more grace in one rear paw than most humans I knew. Including his owner. No, I'd find newspapers slightly askew, or my magazines. Weird.
I went down the stairs carefully, dodging the creaking steps and floorboards. About half way down I paused to listen. Silence, and then the soft, nearly inaudible sound of paper sliding across paper. Another few steps and I could lean down and glance through the banister into the room below.
Mouse had his back to me, facing the big front windows. He was standing, head down, turning just slightly from side to side. A few minutes, and then he lifted a paw and there was the sound of sliding paper again. I flicked the light switch on on the stairs and Mouse jumped, whirling around to look at me.
I came the rest of the way down as he plopped his butt down on the floor and gave me a vacant, happy dog stare.
"Not falling for it buster." I turned on the light on the end table and looked down at what he'd been reading. I recognized one of my criminal law code books. Mouse whined and laid down, his nose resting on his paws, eyes wide and warm brown. "Oh, please. You were reading this, weren't you?"
A soft whuff. He rose and nosed the book a little, shifting it. A corner of a newspaper appeared. I picked the book up so I could see the top article. A story on one of Marcone's businesses burning to the ground. I knew about that one. Harry'd done it, of course. It'd been to get at the nest of giant preying mantis eggs in the basement, and Marcone had been in on the extermination, but still.
"The section on arson starts here." I set the book back down and flipped to that part from memory. "I don't suppose you need a notebook and a pencil?" Mouse shook his head. "Okay. Good night." I patted his boulder sized head and went back upstairs.
I left the light on in the living room for him.
(Chicago Code. Cause my brain has no shame.)
(Haven't seen it. Watched the previews and said, "I see no Marcone analogue, I have no interest." Though the cop lady reminded me of Murphy.)
omg. yes. just yes.
I love how totally unsurprised Murphy is. It's not OMG YOU CAN READ, it's, hey you need the light on?
I love how totally unsurprised Murphy is. It's not OMG YOU CAN READ, it's, hey you need the light on?
This made me smile so hard! THANK YOU!!! *hugs uber!smart Mouse*
-OP
-OP
Why did this never get any comments? Just the set-up alone was awesome. Harry's break-down was fabulously hurty.
De-anoning BECAUSE FUCK. YES.
*makes grabby hands*
*makes grabby hands*
...how are you even real, with all the happy-making?
I can't take claim for this. Someone on ONTD_political made the file, I just like sharing the love.
Well, mark that up as a notch on the "wasn't a one-time thing" post, wowza. Fantastically hot. I'm so, so excited that this was answered. Thank you so much! Whoowie. All aboard!
Catch that bunny and put it to work!
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