Housepets!

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Windchimes quickly packed his bass. Waving over his shoulder at Angel, he carefully but swiftly began to wheel it towards the more upscale part of town, May following. May trailed behind Windchimes, her feet shuffling anxiously. "I hope the little pup is ok..." She mused. ----------------...

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Windchimes quickly packed his bass. Waving over his shoulder at Angel, he carefully but swiftly began to wheel it towards the more upscale part of town, May following.

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Frank yelled as he went flying through the air. Matt yelled in alarm as well.

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Frank made squeeking submissive noises. Matt wasn't quite sure if he should be laughing or pulling Frank out of the mass of bodies.

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Angel dug his fingers into his skull, looking around frantically. He quickly swung the guitar strap off of his shoulder and hung the intrument up again. "Oh man! Where did he go? I wasn't paying attention to him!" The husky bolted to the door skidding to a stop next to Windchimes. "W...

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Frank gulped uncomfortably.
"Ahh... seriously now. Please don't bite me on the throat that way...."

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Windchimes shrugged.
"Apparently he'll be back before nightfall?"

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Windchimes seemed to freeze as the opening notes sang out before the bass section began. Suddenly, he was animated with a fierce light, fingers strumming the Bass without fail, the notes weaving intricately with Angel's clear singing voice.

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Windchimes accompanied, playing his bass in harmony to Angel's melody. Getting an idea, he somehow managed to walk his bass over to the door and prop said door open with his foot. Because Windchimes is just skilled that way. "What say you to a rendition of "Somebody to Love", by Queen...

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Windchimes grinned. THIS was more like it. He played the parts the quieter parts of the song that weren't entirely suited to guitar jamming, albiet several octaves lower then normal.

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Windchimes returned fire, setting off a cascade of wailing notes crying off to the heavens for relief from hellfire and brimstone. He gave Angel a look that said: "Classical Music and Rock?! Really?"

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Windchimes gave Angel an agahst look. "What happened to the jazz?!" he seemed to wail through his facial expression. Growling, he countered with a wild classical solo by some composer from the 1700s.

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Windchimes glared at Jacob some more.
"First I yelled at him. Then I played some improv. I didn't do anything spectacular!! Now, are you gonna keep talking or are you gonna shut up and let us continue?!"

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Windchimes jerked, his bow making an unholy screeching noise. Ears flat against his head, he glared at Jacob.
"Could you have at least WAITED UNTIL WE WERE FINISHED?!!!" he shouted.

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Matt scratched his neck.
"I dunno, Frank's never really roughhoused to that level...."

Meanwhile, Frank grabbed Rikki by the snout and tried to pry him away from his ears.
"My ears ain't for nommin', Ricks," he said.

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Frank continued his attempts to escape beneath the dogpile of raccoons.

Meanwhile Matt looked sideways at Rikki's father (name?) and his new mate (also: name?).
"Um... should I be concerned in any way?" he asked, referencing the rather dangerous looking position Rikki had taken.

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Frank struggled. The biting was rather uncomfortable.
"Ah! No biting, please!"

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Matt continued laughing, catching his breath to gasp out: "He's not, heehee, usually like, *guffaw*, like this. GASP-AHaaahahaa!! He's usually all suave and charming, *lulzor*, not like a kitten at all!" Rikki and Jack chuckled, Jack speaking up, " Yeah, Rikki does that sort of thing...

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Windchimes grinned, playing another jazz melody, this one seeming to be reminiscent of nights in the bar partaking of loneliness. He noticed the bang of furniture upstairs, then saw Jacob come skidding down the stairs. Warily, he continued playing, but noted that a hasty getaway may be necessary sho...

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Angel grinned mischievously as Windchimes uped the anty again. His fingers were liek blurs over the keys, countering Windchimes' remorseful sounds with a more playful and exciting tune, careful to keep the two sounds playing together. He glanced up Aiden, giving the pup a smile happier than any he ...

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Windchimes smirked as Angel played.

"Impressive," his Bass sang, "but can you match this?"

A cascade of notes in a minor key seemed to cry out to the heavens an anguish, reaching out for someone... anyone......

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Matt continued laughing, catching his breath to gasp out:
"He's not, heehee, usually like, *guffaw*, like this. GASP-AHaaahahaa!! He's usually all suave and charming, *lulzor*, not like a kitten at all!"

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Frank laughed loudly, trying to pin Chichu's arms over his head while simultaneously failing completely to keep the rest of Chichu still. He flailed wildly, trying to get leverage. Meanwhile, Matt was laughing himself hoarse. Frank hadn't acted like this since he was two months old! He quickly began...

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Windchimes smiled. Unexpected, but effective. He played a bar of music that seemed to ask:
"Hey, you wanna go? Come on, let's do this!"

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Chichu chittered with excitement, rolling about with Darin, moving them towards Frank. Meanwhile, Mylo giggled on top of Frank, play-biting and grabbing at him, as if she was trying to maul him. Chichu stood up on Darin and jumped onto Frank too, double-teaming him with his sister. "ARGH!!&quo...

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Frank let out a yell of terror, wriggling madly to escape the clutches of the hell fiend.

(Which is to say, made it that much more fun to wrestle with him.)

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Frank repeated the ritual.
"Hi, I'm Frank. Frank Holiday. What're your names?"

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"Cool." Windchimes wheeled the double-bass outside and opened the case. Making sure that there was no possibility of rain, he set to work polishing the wood and the metal bits, making everything shine with a radiant glow. Satisfied, he picked it up and began to play a slow, mildly depress...

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Frank scratched his head.
"So.. uhh...." He let it drop. He couldn't think of anything to say.

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"Yeah! We were just speaking with Darin's parents and stuff." Matt carefully drifted away from the subject of Darin's adoption and other such things, preferring not to face any more possibly unhappy wild animals.

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Frank did the same, remembering his lessons from class.
"Ah, Frank Holiday, pleased to meet you."
"Matt Holiday. Err.. I can't actually smell as well as you can, so I'll just shake?"

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Frank and Matt stood awkwardly as well. Frank hugged Darin comfortingly. "Ehh... don't worry, I guess? We're all in this together."

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Matt and Frank trailed in, both slightly nervous. Must be a city guy/cat thing.

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Frank and Matt stood awkwardly.
"So, uh, hi?" said Matt. "I'm Matt." He searched for a topic. "Uh... what's life in a zoo like?"

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((Fail on my part))

Windchimes handed over the money. "Do you mind if I polish it right here, then play a bit of improv?"

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"Yes, please," said Windchimes, reaching into his collar-pocket and pulling out a wad of ones and fives. "How much?"

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Matt waved back. "Hi there!"

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Frank grinned sheepishly.
"Oh... right... forgot, hehe."

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Frank chuckled, cuddling Darin back. He looked up and read a sign, then gave Rikki a questioning look.
"Why're we headed for the raccoon enclosure?"

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Matt chuckled nervously
"Hehe, I'm sure we will," he said, scratching his head.
"Yeah! We'll have lotsa fun, right kid?" Frank asked, ruffling Darin's head fur.

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