FOREST BARREDELL

No, I'm not related to Squirrel Girl AKA Doreen Green.  We just have a similar mutation is all.  No, you can't touch the tail, it belongs to me, I'm kind of attached to it.  Yes, I am adorable.  But I'm always happy to hear it again.

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

He crossed his eyes, looking at Lee’s finger.  “Yes, but how am I supposed to get in when you’re not home?” he asked, not mentioning that when someone wasn’t home you usually just didn’t go in.

[thebabelfishboy]

Another cat had now joined in with gently batting at Forest’s tail, completely oblivious to the fact that someone was attached to it. 

Leeland snorted. “You’re n-not. G-good job it was me who w-walked in and not Rusty.” 

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Who’s Rusty?” Forest asked, swishing his tail along the floor for the cats to chase.  It was more fur than actual tail and he couldn’t feel them.

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Oh my gosh let me see the kitty!” he grinned.

[landlocke]

Ducking down, Dee-Ell brought out the gray kitten from under Rusty’s sofa. Immediately he went to bat at one of the wire tentacles. “Han shot first.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Hi kitty,” Forest grinned, poking at it.

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“So you got a band?  That’s hot.  Any shows coming up?”

[overqualified-drummer]

“Nah,” Dante laughed. “No band yet. I just kinda pimp myself out to bands that need a drummer.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Ah an infamous drummer hooker,” Forest nodded sagely.  “Do you sing?”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Okay, I will,” he said.  “So whactha doin’ out here in full costume?  Going to a porn dungeon?”

[ihatelasers]

“I’m Spider-Man,” Miguel snorted. “What the hell do you think?”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Well I mean if that’s what you;re into?”

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

Rictor could feel his eyes on him as he worked, but he ignored it. Between Shatterstar, Berto, and Jamie, he had gotten good at ignoring it when people were trying to use puppy eyes on him.

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“... is it a cake yet?” he asked softly, watching.

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Literally everything is a language,” Forest muttered, watching him stir the batter.  “Can I lick the spoon?”

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

“It is, though. Just because he’s cheating doesn’t mean he’s not right.” Rictor laughed. “Not until I’m done.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

Forest watched him stir intently, a lot like a dog might watch it’s owner eat a hamburger, tail demonstrating despair by being flopped unceremoniously on the floor instead of the upright position.

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Is that a common drummer thing?  No brains?” he smirked.

[overqualified-drummer]

“Yeah.” Dante grinned. “We spend so much time banging on things that we end up shaking our brains loose.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“So you got a band?  That’s hot.  Any shows coming up?”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Fox News has been slandering the good squirrel name for years!” Forest said.  He liked this one.  He was easy to annoy.

[ihatelasers]

“Yeah, okay. You keep deluding yourself, kid.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Okay, I will,” he said.  “So whactha doin’ out here in full costume?  Going to a porn dungeon?”

[thebabelfishboy]

Leeland crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk. One of the cats crawled out from the sofa, moving to pounce on Forest tail. “You kn-know we have a door you c-can knock on.” He said, moving to prod him in the forehead.” 

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

He crossed his eyes, looking at Lee’s finger.  “Yes, but how am I supposed to get in when you’re not home?” he asked, not mentioning that when someone wasn’t home you usually just didn’t go in.

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

“Math and chemistry both are. He just has to push things a little further for cooking, and boom. Cheating.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Literally everything is a language,” Forest muttered, watching him stir the batter.  “Can I lick the spoon?”

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

“It counts as a language, apparently.” He made a face as Forest licked the sprinkles away. “That’s disgusting.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“It’s delicious,” he countered.  “Cooking is not a language, he’s so full of crap...”

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

“Doug, but it’s because he cheats so it doesn’t count.” 

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“How do you cheat at cooking?” he asked, dumping sprinkles in his palm and licking it clean.

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

Rictor nodded as he measured out ingredients, tossing them into the bowl and mixing as he went along. “Yeah. Doug and Josh both cook sometimes, too.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“So who’s the best?” he grinned.  He started to poke at a container of sprinkles, picking it up sneakily to try and nibble at the contents.

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

That much he could do, carrying it over.  “Does Star ever bake?”

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

“Star will be allowed to bake when Star figures out how to make spaghetti without starting a small fire.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“That seems reasonable,” he said, “So you do most of the cooking I take it...” he said, watching intently as the ingredients came together, locking his lips.

[alwaysxjustme]

Steve turned twoards the source of the shout. It had come from his left, so he could at least hear the basics of the sounds. “There are better ways to ask for cash, you know.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

“Okay well, tell me those and I’ll ask that way!” he grinned, leaning till he was hanging upside down.

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Baking a cake is not that difficult.”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

He put the box down, eyes getting wide at the prospect of REAL cake.  “Do I like chocolate?  Iunno, did Augustus Gloop like chocolate?”

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

“Chocolate it is.” He grabbed a bar of baking cocoa as well and set everything down. “Grab the milk for me?”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

That much he could do, carrying it over.  “Does Star ever bake?”

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Baking a cake is not that difficult.”

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

“We’re not making the instant shit, we wouldn’t need eggs and butter for that. I’m teaching you how to actually make a cake. Trust me, it’s better.” He walked over to the cupboards, grabbing flour and sugar from them. “D’you like chocolate?”

[unbeatablesquirrelboy]

He put the box down, eyes getting wide at the prospect of REAL cake.  “Do I like chocolate?  Iunno, did Augustus Gloop like chocolate?”