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                    ‘  There’s a  TWIG  in your hair.  Actually there are a lot of twigs in your hair  ---  and I think that right there. . . is a fire ant,  did you know --------- ?  ’      Behind shaded lenses,  she assesses,  JUDGES,  and reaches a swift verdict,      ‘  I suppose it suits the whole  MOWGLI  look you’ve got going on.  ’

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       “ i’d suggest stepping away from the cage. ” blue was protective of her sisters, especially after she’d been the first to turn human after ... the incident with the ingen infected rats. “ and to make sure any future tours should stay out of the way from the raptor pack. my sister’s have been temperamental as of late. ” most of the other park employees weren’t supposed to know about her existence, owen had told her time and time before -- but it was late and she didn’t want anyone around their territory. “ --- thank you. ”

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“Claire wants flowers for her office. I get flowers. and it’s all ‘wrong bloody flowers’” the British man grumbles to himself as he passes the tour guide. He stops, backs up a few steps, looks at the crate in his hand, and jokingly offers it out, “want some flowers, they’re freshly cut.”

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❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜

               @andonyourright┇                                                                 MEME.

send me ❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜ for this.

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately ┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : Who raised you?!  I’d very much like a word or two with them,  for they’ve raised a jackanape.  Someone should inform them.a strange thought my muse has about yours : I’d like to fill you with a good few litres of caffeine and let you loose on the island somewhere,  see how you cope.a thread/plot i’d like for our muses :  More post-incident stuff,  maybe??  Particularly Oliver feeling strangely compelled to visit Alex in hospital once he’s back??  Because no one visited him outside of his family and he knows how that sits in a heart and he likes Alex enough not to let him feel that complete void whenever the door opens and it’s just another nurse ready to top your meds up.  He’s not good at friends,  worse post-incident,  but the effort would be made.

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              he’s on the floor, sitting in an awkward crossed-legged position. alex’s wheelchair is too far behind him for comfort, but he doesn’t care. instead, his focus is on trying to call the dog he’s just seen pass by.        “  oliver, what’s your dog’s name ?  i need to know. right now.   i won’t shut up until you tell me what you’ve named your dog so that i can pet it.  ”

              & now he’s trying to drag himself across the floor. entertained is starting to lackluster, no, now he’s borderline obsessed.   alex hasn’t seen oliver since the hospital visit, & there was a distinct lack of animals then.  now of course, alex feels like scooting after the dog is the best option; & besides, it isn’t everyday one can scoot across oliver lucas’ floor.

                         “  seriously, what’s its name ?  is it a boy or girl ?    y’know, i thought you more of a cat person, but hey, i won’t judge.    —-hey, can you wheel my chair over, i’ll need to get back in at some point, but not now…  ”    a pause, just so he can pull himself to a wall & lean against it,    “  … hey, you know howtiring the flight from california to here is ?   it’s really tiring, so… i just want you to know i don’t hate you.     now, ‘bout that dog…  ”

                    BEAST  is too soppy,  near-enough dances upon wooden floor,  DODGES  the visitor like a puppy at play and Oliver cannot suppress a roll of his eyes.  Trust Case to turn  BRUTISH  façade into that of a child.  Any other day and the sight would be  BLISSFUL,  beget a smile and  TENDERNESS,  but he’s nervous,  teetering upon an edge thus far unknown.  Not used to visitors of the casual,  FRIENDLY  variety.

                    Oliver whistles,  sharp,  CRACKS  in the air.  Mastiff ceases,  brisket still but with muscle rolling ‘neath,      ‘  Thabo.  You’ll scratch my floor.  ’      He cants his head,  ere Oliver acutely pats his thigh with his palm;  gentle tone,  QUEER,  nothing his guest has seen before,      ‘  Come here,  ’       Does so without hesitation,  sits alongside.  His brow near-enough reaches Oliver’s  WAIST.  Autonomous response has guardian’s hand rest atop canine’s head.  THERAPY  though it may be,  Oliver pets a continuous circle upon Thabo’s brow.  Helps to  STEADY  him a moment.

                    ‘  He’s not a bloody terrier,  Case.  ’      Sharp tone is perhaps in jest,  but  STRIKING  veneer does not falter ere he rolls the chair forth,  rests his weight upon it as though  EXHAUSTED.  A nod toward his company on the floor before him,      ‘  Could tear your arm off if he had half a mind.  A little  RESPECT,  if you please.  He’ll appreciate it.  Now get off the floor,  you’ll ruin the acacia.  ’

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                    Has halted,  MID-STEP,  upon an allegorical junction.  HOVERS,  seemingly,  upon the threshold,  phone in hand,  gripped  TIGHTLY.  Eyes narrow,  he  PEERS  at Alex with something akin to exuberant  EXASPERATION.  Defaults often to such when around the other.  Bloody jackanape.

                     ‘ If this is another one of your  NYSNC  dance off’s it’s not going to be me.  ’