99 - OMG coming up on 100.

[major_west]

Billy.

We have a weasel now.

I say 'we' because it's yours, too. I will not raise this vermin on my own.

[OOC: LOL SURROGATE BABBY

I just realized that West already hit 100 posts if you count his action spams/logs in this journal as entries. And... I counted some of them, so he's only made like... 96? written entries? I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THE 100th POST EXTRAVAGANZA NOW BAWWW]

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Action!

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[Once Billy arrives, West sits up and smiles at him, then resumes his peeking under the bed.]

It is. Here--

[He sticks his arm under the bed and holds his hand out to the weasel, trying to coax it over. He feels whiskers brush against his palm as the animal sniffs it, then a set of tiny teeth clamp on his wrist]

Ow!

[He pulls his arm back and glares at the animal]

Action!

[my-freeze-ray.livejournal.com]

[Billy... is probably sort of having the wrong reaction to the little creature that just bit his boyfriend.]

Heyyyy, hey little guy! Don't be scared!

[Now it's his turn to reach under the bed, as though all of a sudden he's been reminded that it's fluffy and smaller than him and don't all evil genius's have small fluffy things to look sophisticated with?]

Come on little guy, come on out, you don't have to bite us anymore...

Action!

[major-west.livejournal.com]

It's a girl.

[West has no idea why that matters, but it does. He watches the creature slowly approach Billy]

I hope Morgan's had it spayed.

Action!

[my-freeze-ray.livejournal.com]

Huh. What should we call her?

[And Magically? "It" became "her". Billy waited, his hand still outstretched as the ferret sniffed curiously at his gloved fingers. Somewhat predictably? It tried a repeat performance of it's first encounter with West, and sank its little ferret teeth into his glove, giving Billy the chance to grab hold of the wicked creature and pull it out from under the bed!]

Hey! No! Bad! You don't bite people in our room, Missy!

[Pause]

Unless directed to do so by West or I.

Action!

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[He smiles a little as Billy snatches the weasel, then pulls himself up to a sitting position, leaning his back against the bed and watching the animal squirm in Billy's hands]

Right. What should we call it? [He tentatively reaches a hand out for the critter] I don't know any proper weasel names.