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Calix Jones

Age:????

Side: Frop side

What the hell is going on???

#fropsona #froppy #the frat war #fropsonas #oc #calix.txt #calix.interacts #calix.makes #BOOM BOOM BITCH #money hungry

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"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

"haaha! Good stuff right? And to think I found this in a destroyed home. You can keep it if you want, Mein Liebling. I have plenty more anyways-"

He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby

I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly

"rehheeealllyyy? I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to collect that kind of stuff."

He leaned closer just an inch, tilting his head.

"you've got some good taste then, Schatz."

Oh why th- excuseme-say what now...

"what? You ain't ever heard slang before? Or was it the German....?"

I-I HAVE JUST NOT...pegged- and also- that was german??????? man didn't know Germans were like that- huh... shoves arms into his pockets and nervously laughs freakyyy

"yeesh what you think I was meaning that?"

Pause....thinky...idea...smug rat :3

"I mean I could definitely say some damn freaky stuff and you'd have no idea what I was saying. For all you care, I could call you a Guter Junge or Mein Liebling and you'd never know what I said-"

Pause

...Oh wait sorry lemme just- He clears his throat puttin on that YEEEHAWWW accent he was sadly born and raised with.

Scuse me, but that sure don't sound like English ta me...I don't reckon I speak any German. there son

He lets out a laugh as he settles down shaking his head

"I can always teach you a few words. Like the fact I called you good boy and my darling."

....he seems so proud of himself over that

He goes bright red the moment the words register, practically stiffening like he got hit with a stun grenade.

"o-Oh OH UH"

His voice cracks. He tries to play it off with a nervous laugh, but it comes out more like a wheeze.

"I ain't used to bein' called...stuff like that, y'know? I’m usually just called...'hey you' or 'rat bastard'- sometimes 'bomb boy' if I'm lucky-'

His hands fidget with the edge of his coat as he looks away, ears twitching, tail curling slightly around one ankle like it’s hiding with him.

"people should get you some better names then- cuz to be honest, Mein Liebling fits you a lot better. Has a good ring to it- plus I like the color it makes your face when I say it-"

He laughes nervously again. looking down at his fidgeting hands

"Hold your horses there guy! Come on we just met aint all this seem a bit too...forward?"

"forward? Nahhh- at least not where I'm from...but..."

he trailed off, scratching the fur on the side of his face in thought

"if that's too forward for you, so be it. But I'm still gonna call you Mein Liebling just cuz it's funny-"

He turns a bit more red. His tail tightening around his ankle more

AHAHAH- uh which one is that one again- God this is why you shoulda just learn another language but NOOO

EHEM- I-I dunno M-MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE- just maybe when I get ta know ya better- like YEESSSHH buddy boy guy-... kill me. Dinner and date first! hehe...

"hm...I can take you on a date right now. Would that satisfy? I can cook well if you have a kitchen here."

Alr buddy slowww downn

Calix, being a bomb and explosives expert that he is. Feels like hes about to combust

Excuse me- I UH- I JUST- SLOW DOWN A LIL ALRIGHTY?? ITS UH UH-

You can practically see his head is spinning from all this

M-MOVING A LITTLE TOO FAST FOR ME hehehe-

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

"haaha! Good stuff right? And to think I found this in a destroyed home. You can keep it if you want, Mein Liebling. I have plenty more anyways-"

He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby

I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly

"rehheeealllyyy? I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to collect that kind of stuff."

He leaned closer just an inch, tilting his head.

"you've got some good taste then, Schatz."

Oh why th- excuseme-say what now...

"what? You ain't ever heard slang before? Or was it the German....?"

I-I HAVE JUST NOT...pegged- and also- that was german??????? man didn't know Germans were like that- huh... shoves arms into his pockets and nervously laughs freakyyy

"yeesh what you think I was meaning that?"

Pause....thinky...idea...smug rat :3

"I mean I could definitely say some damn freaky stuff and you'd have no idea what I was saying. For all you care, I could call you a Guter Junge or Mein Liebling and you'd never know what I said-"

Pause

...Oh wait sorry lemme just- He clears his throat puttin on that YEEEHAWWW accent he was sadly born and raised with.

Scuse me, but that sure don't sound like English ta me...I don't reckon I speak any German. there son

He lets out a laugh as he settles down shaking his head

"I can always teach you a few words. Like the fact I called you good boy and my darling."

....he seems so proud of himself over that

He goes bright red the moment the words register, practically stiffening like he got hit with a stun grenade.

"o-Oh OH UH"

His voice cracks. He tries to play it off with a nervous laugh, but it comes out more like a wheeze.

"I ain't used to bein' called...stuff like that, y'know? I’m usually just called...'hey you' or 'rat bastard'- sometimes 'bomb boy' if I'm lucky-'

His hands fidget with the edge of his coat as he looks away, ears twitching, tail curling slightly around one ankle like it’s hiding with him.

"people should get you some better names then- cuz to be honest, Mein Liebling fits you a lot better. Has a good ring to it- plus I like the color it makes your face when I say it-"

He laughes nervously again. looking down at his fidgeting hands

"Hold your horses there guy! Come on we just met aint all this seem a bit too...forward?"

"forward? Nahhh- at least not where I'm from...but..."

he trailed off, scratching the fur on the side of his face in thought

"if that's too forward for you, so be it. But I'm still gonna call you Mein Liebling just cuz it's funny-"

He turns a bit more red. His tail tightening around his ankle more

AHAHAH- uh which one is that one again- God this is why you shoulda just learn another language but NOOO

EHEM- I-I dunno M-MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE- just maybe when I get ta know ya better- like YEESSSHH buddy boy guy-... kill me. Dinner and date first! hehe...

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

"haaha! Good stuff right? And to think I found this in a destroyed home. You can keep it if you want, Mein Liebling. I have plenty more anyways-"

He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby

I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly

"rehheeealllyyy? I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to collect that kind of stuff."

He leaned closer just an inch, tilting his head.

"you've got some good taste then, Schatz."

Oh why th- excuseme-say what now...

"what? You ain't ever heard slang before? Or was it the German....?"

I-I HAVE JUST NOT...pegged- and also- that was german??????? man didn't know Germans were like that- huh... shoves arms into his pockets and nervously laughs freakyyy

"yeesh what you think I was meaning that?"

Pause....thinky...idea...smug rat :3

"I mean I could definitely say some damn freaky stuff and you'd have no idea what I was saying. For all you care, I could call you a Guter Junge or Mein Liebling and you'd never know what I said-"

Pause

...Oh wait sorry lemme just- He clears his throat puttin on that YEEEHAWWW accent he was sadly born and raised with.

Scuse me, but that sure don't sound like English ta me...I don't reckon I speak any German. there son

He lets out a laugh as he settles down shaking his head

"I can always teach you a few words. Like the fact I called you good boy and my darling."

....he seems so proud of himself over that

He goes bright red the moment the words register, practically stiffening like he got hit with a stun grenade.

"o-Oh OH UH"

His voice cracks. He tries to play it off with a nervous laugh, but it comes out more like a wheeze.

"I ain't used to bein' called...stuff like that, y'know? I’m usually just called...'hey you' or 'rat bastard'- sometimes 'bomb boy' if I'm lucky-'

His hands fidget with the edge of his coat as he looks away, ears twitching, tail curling slightly around one ankle like it’s hiding with him.

"people should get you some better names then- cuz to be honest, Mein Liebling fits you a lot better. Has a good ring to it- plus I like the color it makes your face when I say it-"

He laughes nervously again. looking down at his fidgeting hands

"Hold your horses there guy! Come on we just met aint all this seem a bit too...forward?"

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

"haaha! Good stuff right? And to think I found this in a destroyed home. You can keep it if you want, Mein Liebling. I have plenty more anyways-"

He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby

I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly

"rehheeealllyyy? I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to collect that kind of stuff."

He leaned closer just an inch, tilting his head.

"you've got some good taste then, Schatz."

Oh why th- excuseme-say what now...

"what? You ain't ever heard slang before? Or was it the German....?"

I-I HAVE JUST NOT...pegged- and also- that was german??????? man didn't know Germans were like that- huh... shoves arms into his pockets and nervously laughs freakyyy

"yeesh what you think I was meaning that?"

Pause....thinky...idea...smug rat :3

"I mean I could definitely say some damn freaky stuff and you'd have no idea what I was saying. For all you care, I could call you a Guter Junge or Mein Liebling and you'd never know what I said-"

Pause

...Oh wait sorry lemme just- He clears his throat puttin on that YEEEHAWWW accent he was sadly born and raised with.

Scuse me, but that sure don't sound like English ta me...I don't reckon I speak any German. there son

He lets out a laugh as he settles down shaking his head

"I can always teach you a few words. Like the fact I called you good boy and my darling."

....he seems so proud of himself over that

He goes bright red the moment the words register, practically stiffening like he got hit with a stun grenade.

"o-Oh OH UH"

His voice cracks. He tries to play it off with a nervous laugh, but it comes out more like a wheeze.

"I ain't used to bein' called...stuff like that, y'know? I’m usually just called...'hey you' or 'rat bastard'- sometimes 'bomb boy' if I'm lucky-'

His hands fidget with the edge of his coat as he looks away, ears twitching, tail curling slightly around one ankle like it’s hiding with him.

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"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

"haaha! Good stuff right? And to think I found this in a destroyed home. You can keep it if you want, Mein Liebling. I have plenty more anyways-"

He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby

I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly

"rehheeealllyyy? I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to collect that kind of stuff."

He leaned closer just an inch, tilting his head.

"you've got some good taste then, Schatz."

Oh why th- excuseme-say what now...

"what? You ain't ever heard slang before? Or was it the German....?"

I-I HAVE JUST NOT...pegged- and also- that was german??????? man didn't know Germans were like that- huh... shoves arms into his pockets and nervously laughs freakyyy

"yeesh what you think I was meaning that?"

Pause....thinky...idea...smug rat :3

"I mean I could definitely say some damn freaky stuff and you'd have no idea what I was saying. For all you care, I could call you a Guter Junge or Mein Liebling and you'd never know what I said-"

Pause

...Oh wait sorry lemme just- He clears his throat puttin on that YEEEHAWWW accent he was sadly born and raised with.

Scuse me, but that sure don't sound like English ta me...I don't reckon I speak any German. there son

He lets out a laugh as he settles down shaking his head

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

"haaha! Good stuff right? And to think I found this in a destroyed home. You can keep it if you want, Mein Liebling. I have plenty more anyways-"

He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby

I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly

"rehheeealllyyy? I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to collect that kind of stuff."

He leaned closer just an inch, tilting his head.

"you've got some good taste then, Schatz."

Oh why th- excuseme-say what now...

"what? You ain't ever heard slang before? Or was it the German....?"

I-I HAVE JUST NOT...pegged- and also- that was german??????? man didn't know Germans were like that- huh... shoves arms into his pockets and nervously laughs freakyyy

"yeesh what you think I was meaning that?"

Pause....thinky...idea...smug rat :3

"I mean I could definitely say some damn freaky stuff and you'd have no idea what I was saying. For all you care, I could call you a Guter Junge or Mein Liebling and you'd never know what I said-"

Pause

...Oh wait sorry lemme just- He clears his throat puttin on that YEEEHAWWW accent he was sadly born and raised with.

Scuse me, but that sure don't sound like English ta me...I don't reckon I speak any German. there son

He lets out a laugh as he settles down shaking his head

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

"haaha! Good stuff right? And to think I found this in a destroyed home. You can keep it if you want, Mein Liebling. I have plenty more anyways-"

He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby

I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly

"rehheeealllyyy? I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to collect that kind of stuff."

He leaned closer just an inch, tilting his head.

"you've got some good taste then, Schatz."

Oh why th- excuseme-say what now...

"what? You ain't ever heard slang before? Or was it the German....?"

I-I HAVE JUST NOT...pegged- and also- that was german??????? man didn't know Germans were like that- huh... shoves arms into his pockets and nervously laughs freakyyy

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

"haaha! Good stuff right? And to think I found this in a destroyed home. You can keep it if you want, Mein Liebling. I have plenty more anyways-"

He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby

I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly

"rehheeealllyyy? I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to collect that kind of stuff."

He leaned closer just an inch, tilting his head.

"you've got some good taste then, Schatz."

Oh why th- excuseme-say what now...

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

"haaha! Good stuff right? And to think I found this in a destroyed home. You can keep it if you want, Mein Liebling. I have plenty more anyways-"

He laughed setting it down on the coffee table nearby

I mean I already have enough of these myself...hell- Think I might have one just like it! shrugs oh well a gift is a gift ain't it? Smiles Brightly

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Calix yawns.

It’s quiet in the lab...eerily so. After months of so-called "hibernation" (more like chemically-induced burnout naps and caffeine crashes), he finally stirs beneath a blanket of blueprints and pizza boxes.

He stretches, pushing back what he thought was a very hard weighted blanket. he cracked his back like a glow stick left in a freezer. He stands up...

or so he thinks.

Because something moves behind him. Something long. Something thin.

A tail.

He blinks.

Scratches his chest absentmindedly...and feels fur.

Short, wiry, wrong.

His reflection isn't in the mirror yet, but the rest of the lab stares back at him just fine.

Rust coats his metals.

The air smells like expired soy sauce and something that used to be soup.

His bombs are coated in dust. His notes are smeared.

Something's off.

'Time flies by when you're having a break' He thought

Groggy but determined, Calix stumbles toward the bathroom. Maybe a shower. Maybe a brush. Something to pull himself back together.

He grabs the toothbrush, looks up at the mirror

...

And sees it.

...

A warped reflection. A stranger. A creature.

A rat.

Matted fur, yellowed incisors, twitching whiskers. That nose. That nose.

Eyes still familiar. Everything else—not.

...

What happened?

When?

How?

...

He touches the glass. It doesn't lie.

...

"...Okay. That's new."

*drops coffee mug* "WHAT. THE. FUCK-"

"GET OUT OF THIS DAMN LABORATORY YOU FUCK- SHOO- GET- WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING THAT-"

He flinches

"H-HEY HI- ow HEY!! ITS ME CALI-"

He stumbles and fell back agaisnt a coffee table, landing with the back of a sofa and his legs proped up agaisnt the table. Hes such a loser <3

"You aren't him. He ain't no rodent."

*he walks up to him* "what'd you do to Calix."

Calix gulped and held up his hands...er-...paws? He trembled

"I-I DUNNO EAITHER! B-But please hear me out!!"

He whimpered out lowering his hands slightly. his eyes were the same, His voice too but...that Ain't no frop- that ain't no rat eaither

"spit it out then. Go on." *staring angrily*

He looks around, like if something ANYTHING will help him in this situation. to stay on BOTH sides

L-look, Im 99% sure that whatever THIS

he vaguely gestures to himself

Is a problem on my behalf on...Im estimating...a few months ag- When did I last leave the lab? god I barely left this hell hole- I dunno a few months or a year, give or take...

He scratches his head looking at his scattered notes

I don't remember anything before that... sorta?

"..." *Sighs awkwardly* "you're such an idiot.. ... Okay. I uh. Kinda believe you. But I don't like seein" *gestures awkwardly at Calix* "any of that. You look weird."

he groaned holding his head

I KNOOOWWWWWWWWW I hate this!!

He gulped as he struggles to stand back up. hes way taller now

I have some bald patches of frop skin around. I can feel em but thats the only thing left of what I was-

He felt around his arms, the fur running through his fingers

God how do rats do it...

"now you're too damn tall >:(" *looking up awkwardly* "this is bullshit >:("

He scratches his head nervously with a groan

Ugh I didn't mean for it ta be this way!! Especially now...

he sniffed and frowns

s-sorry

"..." *Sighs awkwardly, looking away..* "I uh.. thought you were dead.."

..

...

"gone for too long..."

He pauses and looks away, scratching his neck once again

Y-yeah...felt like I was though-

He went back to scratching his arm. A old habit of his seemed to worsen with this new body of his

Sorry...Few things came up at that time, I knew you and well noel were busy n' all...I knew we had to do a huge budget cut anyways so uh...Might as well experiment on myself eh?

his nervous chuckle quickly died down to something more awkward

"hey don't put this on me bein busy. I always made time for other little things and little pop-ups here. Besides, we have a ton of rats that are mostly stupid, you could've experimented on them. Not yourself you dumbass." *crosses his arms* "..." *Starts messing with his sleeves*

Ehhh I guess I was just caught up in the moment at the time...

...

Again sorry- I may be a scientist but you know me-

Calix yawns.

It’s quiet in the lab...eerily so. After months of so-called "hibernation" (more like chemically-induced burnout naps and caffeine crashes), he finally stirs beneath a blanket of blueprints and pizza boxes.

He stretches, pushing back what he thought was a very hard weighted blanket. he cracked his back like a glow stick left in a freezer. He stands up...

or so he thinks.

Because something moves behind him. Something long. Something thin.

A tail.

He blinks.

Scratches his chest absentmindedly...and feels fur.

Short, wiry, wrong.

His reflection isn't in the mirror yet, but the rest of the lab stares back at him just fine.

Rust coats his metals.

The air smells like expired soy sauce and something that used to be soup.

His bombs are coated in dust. His notes are smeared.

Something's off.

'Time flies by when you're having a break' He thought

Groggy but determined, Calix stumbles toward the bathroom. Maybe a shower. Maybe a brush. Something to pull himself back together.

He grabs the toothbrush, looks up at the mirror

...

And sees it.

...

A warped reflection. A stranger. A creature.

A rat.

Matted fur, yellowed incisors, twitching whiskers. That nose. That nose.

Eyes still familiar. Everything else—not.

...

What happened?

When?

How?

...

He touches the glass. It doesn't lie.

...

"...Okay. That's new."

*drops coffee mug* "WHAT. THE. FUCK-"

"GET OUT OF THIS DAMN LABORATORY YOU FUCK- SHOO- GET- WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING THAT-"

He flinches

"H-HEY HI- ow HEY!! ITS ME CALI-"

He stumbles and fell back agaisnt a coffee table, landing with the back of a sofa and his legs proped up agaisnt the table. Hes such a loser <3

"You aren't him. He ain't no rodent."

*he walks up to him* "what'd you do to Calix."

Calix gulped and held up his hands...er-...paws? He trembled

"I-I DUNNO EAITHER! B-But please hear me out!!"

He whimpered out lowering his hands slightly. his eyes were the same, His voice too but...that Ain't no frop- that ain't no rat eaither

"spit it out then. Go on." *staring angrily*

He looks around, like if something ANYTHING will help him in this situation. to stay on BOTH sides

L-look, Im 99% sure that whatever THIS

he vaguely gestures to himself

Is a problem on my behalf on...Im estimating...a few months ag- When did I last leave the lab? god I barely left this hell hole- I dunno a few months or a year, give or take...

He scratches his head looking at his scattered notes

I don't remember anything before that... sorta?

"..." *Sighs awkwardly* "you're such an idiot.. ... Okay. I uh. Kinda believe you. But I don't like seein" *gestures awkwardly at Calix* "any of that. You look weird."

he groaned holding his head

I KNOOOWWWWWWWWW I hate this!!

He gulped as he struggles to stand back up. hes way taller now

I have some bald patches of frop skin around. I can feel em but thats the only thing left of what I was-

He felt around his arms, the fur running through his fingers

God how do rats do it...

"now you're too damn tall >:(" *looking up awkwardly* "this is bullshit >:("

He scratches his head nervously with a groan

Ugh I didn't mean for it ta be this way!! Especially now...

he sniffed and frowns

s-sorry

"..." *Sighs awkwardly, looking away..* "I uh.. thought you were dead.."

..

...

"gone for too long..."

He pauses and looks away, scratching his neck once again

Y-yeah...felt like I was though-

He went back to scratching his arm. A old habit of his seemed to worsen with this new body of his

Sorry...Few things came up at that time, I knew you and well noel were busy n' all...I knew we had to do a huge budget cut anyways so uh...Might as well experiment on myself eh?

his nervous chuckle quickly died down to something more awkward

Calix yawns.

It’s quiet in the lab...eerily so. After months of so-called "hibernation" (more like chemically-induced burnout naps and caffeine crashes), he finally stirs beneath a blanket of blueprints and pizza boxes.

He stretches, pushing back what he thought was a very hard weighted blanket. he cracked his back like a glow stick left in a freezer. He stands up...

or so he thinks.

Because something moves behind him. Something long. Something thin.

A tail.

He blinks.

Scratches his chest absentmindedly...and feels fur.

Short, wiry, wrong.

His reflection isn't in the mirror yet, but the rest of the lab stares back at him just fine.

Rust coats his metals.

The air smells like expired soy sauce and something that used to be soup.

His bombs are coated in dust. His notes are smeared.

Something's off.

'Time flies by when you're having a break' He thought

Groggy but determined, Calix stumbles toward the bathroom. Maybe a shower. Maybe a brush. Something to pull himself back together.

He grabs the toothbrush, looks up at the mirror

...

And sees it.

...

A warped reflection. A stranger. A creature.

A rat.

Matted fur, yellowed incisors, twitching whiskers. That nose. That nose.

Eyes still familiar. Everything else—not.

...

What happened?

When?

How?

...

He touches the glass. It doesn't lie.

...

"...Okay. That's new."

*drops coffee mug* "WHAT. THE. FUCK-"

"GET OUT OF THIS DAMN LABORATORY YOU FUCK- SHOO- GET- WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING THAT-"

He flinches

"H-HEY HI- ow HEY!! ITS ME CALI-"

He stumbles and fell back agaisnt a coffee table, landing with the back of a sofa and his legs proped up agaisnt the table. Hes such a loser <3

"You aren't him. He ain't no rodent."

*he walks up to him* "what'd you do to Calix."

Calix gulped and held up his hands...er-...paws? He trembled

"I-I DUNNO EAITHER! B-But please hear me out!!"

He whimpered out lowering his hands slightly. his eyes were the same, His voice too but...that Ain't no frop- that ain't no rat eaither

"spit it out then. Go on." *staring angrily*

He looks around, like if something ANYTHING will help him in this situation. to stay on BOTH sides

L-look, Im 99% sure that whatever THIS

he vaguely gestures to himself

Is a problem on my behalf on...Im estimating...a few months ag- When did I last leave the lab? god I barely left this hell hole- I dunno a few months or a year, give or take...

He scratches his head looking at his scattered notes

I don't remember anything before that... sorta?

"..." *Sighs awkwardly* "you're such an idiot.. ... Okay. I uh. Kinda believe you. But I don't like seein" *gestures awkwardly at Calix* "any of that. You look weird."

he groaned holding his head

I KNOOOWWWWWWWWW I hate this!!

He gulped as he struggles to stand back up. hes way taller now

I have some bald patches of frop skin around. I can feel em but thats the only thing left of what I was-

He felt around his arms, the fur running through his fingers

God how do rats do it...

"now you're too damn tall >:(" *looking up awkwardly* "this is bullshit >:("

He scratches his head nervously with a groan

Ugh I didn't mean for it ta be this way!! Especially now...

he sniffed and frowns

s-sorry

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

Clark unzips half his coat, sticking his hang in and pulling out a crusty magazine. He had probably found it in someone's home instead of any stores.

" it's a guy version of it. The girl Playboys are really boring...they have no taste other than 'Ooo look I'm wearing skimpy stuff'... boring. This tho-"

He holds it out to Calix

"this is top of the line stuff."

*He raised his eyebrow and grabs it*

"Top of the line please-" *he opens it* "I know my standards and my standards are pretty-

GOD DAMN-"

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"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

"really?...hm...you wanna see the one I have?"

he stays silent, thinks before shrugging

I mean Im not declining soooo- Eh whaddya Gotta lose eh?

He lets out another laugh before gesturing to show clark to show him

"so this is the lab they were talking bout? ... pretty Unter"

Mutter kinda to himself as he walked in- gun in hand just in case

...

Spots Calix, blink

"well that's about the second rat I've seen that isn't a crazy meat hungry rodent..."

Nudging gun at him

"this ye little lab? Right in the middle of this place...why ain't you with the other rats?"

-<3 Clark F.Rider

(:3)

As Clark enters, he finds Calix face-down on the floor (Possibly napping… possibly post-cry session… possibly both.)

He felt a nudge.

Calix shoots upright. His hair (fur?) sticking in ten directions. Eyes wide. There's a squelch sound from whatever his cheek was stuck to.

"HWAUH?! HU–huhhhh?"

His locks eyes onto Clark. He sees the gun

Immediate panic.

He yelps like a kicked dog, flails backward, and crashes into a chair leg, legs kicking wildly as he tries to scramble away

"WHO–HUH–WHAT—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! ARE YOU THE COPS?! I-I DO MY EXPERIMENTS ETHICALLY I SWEAR-"

His back was resting against the chair legs, Shaking.

"the cops? Yeesh, do I look like the police? This is military grade stuff, ain't no tasers and toys."

Lowers his gun

"names Clark, Clark Rider. I do military work for the rats- was on break and got curious about the ol lab they like to ramble about... didn't know it was owned by another rat. Especially one with an actual brain no less."

He looks up at him as he slowly relaxes. His hands quit trembling on his sided as he lets our a sigh of relif

Oh thank god- I already got arrested enough times but don't have enough for bail-

He lets out a sudden laugh as he stood up with a groan

Oof- God my back. Anyways- sorry about all that heh- I'm Calix, Calix jones. Fr- RATS head scientist!

He holds out his hand for the other shake. All smug like

"Calix... that's a better name than most have."

Looking him up and down, probably sizing him up

"rat scientist...sure...yet I ain't ever really seen you around, only heard stories. What do you do in this dump anyways?"

He continues to holds out his hand, waiting for a handshake… then awkwardly pulls it back after a beat too long.

"Aha, well! I specialize in bombs and explosives around here! Y'know, real fun stuff. Plus anything else that'll help the rats win this lovely little war- super serums, prosthetics, replacements if someone loses an arm, or a leg, or hell- even a heart!!!"

He grins, gesturing wildly.

"I make all kinds of weapons!! military-grade, of course, thank you very much! Every idea? All from one man and one man only- ME!" *points both thumbs at himself with a smug little flare before continuing.*

"Not that there's anything wrong with basic grenades and missiles, but like- where's the BOOM? Y'know? The KABLOWE!!"

He throws his arms out to mimic a dramatic explosion, laughing to himself…but the laugh kind of fizzles into a nervous chuckle. A frown twitches at the corner of his mouth.

"…Ahem. A-All in all, that's... that's my job." *throws out a pair of half-hearted finger guns*

"So uh... how 'bout you, Mister...uhhhhh...Mister Tough Guy?"

He gives Clark a gentle punch on the shoulder with a soft chuckle, in an attempt to seem casual or cool and all...but the impact is way too soft, and the effort just kinda...eeeeeehhhh

Just staring and nodding through his entire rant lol

"righttttt..."

....

"ah for me, hm. I'm a lookout of sorts, got a whole collection of guns that look just like this bad boy....And playboy magazines but no one seems to appreciate that kind of taste"

GUNS?! WHAT KI-

he holds it back and clears his throat slightly, crossing his arms and looking away

A-Ah that's cool- cool very cool- did you say playboy-

Raised a brow at such a reaction... especially over guns? Come on

"uhu....yes I said playboy. Are you deaf?"

He gulps. Hes starting to think this guy doesn't like him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged

"J-just didn't know anyone else was bringing stuff like that onto the base is all heh-...are they good at least-"

"oh I mean they're pretty good- I keep one inside this big coat in case I get bored while doing my job."

His face may have a frown but his nod was quite appreciative and approving. arms crossed and all

Oh I see I see...Partner of mine used to collect that sorta stuff too-

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