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how many bikes is too many bikes? three? ten?

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[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl doesn't understand her like this. Not really. What he understands is that he's near someone he trusts and they seem to be just as agitated as he is, which means there must be danger near by. And since he can't see it immediately, or smell it, he needs to go investigating.

So the tiger starts moving around, sniffing at everything and exploring the house. Tail still twitching, but careful not to knock anything over.

Unless it's suspicious.

Like that strangely shaped rock with the flowers coming out of it.]

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Yeah, just uh - explore, if you want. Do you want some ... I don't fucking know, something to eat? Meat? What do fucking ghost tigers eat, for fuck's sake?

[Rosa's keeping a respectable distance from the thing, though slightly following it - mostly out of curiosity.]

[dirtyredneck]

[The cat explored quite a bit, not at all phased by Rosa following it. That was sensible. She should stay where he could protect her from whatever the threat was. Though after some time, he had to come to the conclusion that the threat was gone. Probably ran away. They seemed safe enough. Nothing smelled weird and she was less agitated, though still wary.

Since he couldn't find anything wrong, he decided to attempt to soothe her and reassure her that everything was okay now. He padded around for a bit before walking right up to her and rubbing against her side, chuffing a bit with friendly, happy snorts.]

this was ADORABLE

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[Rosa lifts both hands up to shoulder height as the tiger draws closer, but once she sees that it's cool and isn't going to be ripping her leg off any time soon, she relaxes - even goes so far as to gently smooth the hair at his forehead back towards its ears. She has no idea if this is how someone's supposed to pet a fucking ghost tiger, but ..

So far, so good?]

So this is a cool fucking power, huh? Wish I could do that shit. Change shapes and whatever.