[ Wash lowers the carrier from his face -- Rainier looks okay, if frightened from all the commotion; she's hardly ever left the apartment -- and looks over at the woman. The first thing he notices are the tattoos; honestly, he thinks she might have more of them than she's got clothes on. His eyes linger a little too long (it's been a while, okay) before his helmet tips back up to her face. ]
Hey, it's not like I meant to. [ He didn't even own a cat carrier, what the hell. Rainier's a perfectly happy indoor cat. ] I don't know about you, but I didn't exactly end up here on purpose. ...Again.
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Hey, it's not like I meant to. [ He didn't even own a cat carrier, what the hell. Rainier's a perfectly happy indoor cat. ] I don't know about you, but I didn't exactly end up here on purpose. ...Again.