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			            That Green Gentleman Anon  {xD awwwwh <3 That sounds so romantic & awesome. I'd probably poo myself if he suddenly asked about me though. He didn't say anything on thursday apart from the usual g'morning & you're welcome... & he wasn't here this morning  emotion_8c  }Voyager tried not to stare at the poor zombie. They had all kinds of stuff in the house, there were many possibilities... But toast?  "You sure that's it?" Once Orrin finally finished, Voyager didn't find it so weird anymore. Instead he looked at Sciurus, almost with his highbeams turned up, excited like a child.  "YES. PEANUT BUTTER. WE ARE DEFINITELY GETTING SOME."Sciurus kept up a poker face, hardly reacting to Orrin's request.  "Peanut butter... Why? Here we go again..." The surgeon did NOT look at Voyager as he replied normally.  "We do have jelly. Grape is in the fridge, but if you have another preference, I can find another one. Is there a specific bread type you would like for your toast?" This time he looked pointedly at Voyager, his tone firm.  "I am getting the peanut butter, you may not have any. It is Orrin's request."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            (Maybe he's on an epic quest to find the perfect ring?  emotion_kirakira )Why were there so many questions? And could a car even eat...? It was insanely confusing for the poor guy, who basicly just gave up on trying to understand anything.  "Food...", he simply said with a nod.  "P-p-peanut bu-butter food...", he nod again, giving Voyager a sneaky look.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            That Green Gentleman Anon  { /Spits coffee all over monitor & desk/ Oh lordy... I don't even know if I'd be able to react if somebody went & did that. Although... I dunno how well he might get paid. He should keep his money for more important stuff like food & stuff. Nevermind the fact he's definitely a few good years my senior. I'm only 21 for now, just to be a bus driver here he must at least be older than that, but he seems maybe in his 30s? could be 40s /shrugs/ Sure he has his own important people & family anyway.}Voyager met the poor guy's look with a mischievous smile of his own as Sciurus made his way to the door.  "Comin' right up good buddy, And where're you going?" Sciurus nodded.  "I shall find you the peanut butter Orrin, excuse me." "If you're going to the store it's gonna be a walk, I'll give you a ride.""No, if need be I can take a bus." Voyager scoffed at this. In all the years of knowing the surgeon, the idea of the man on public transportation was scary and laughable. And Voyager knew before their meeting that Barracuda had always taken Sciurus wherever he needed to go.  "Fhah! Right, you don't know a thing about the buses! That's Mo's department." Sciurus had been heading for the door and even while arguing, had merely continued, walking backwards to it.  "Well perhaps I don't need a store. With the rest of the anon house upstairs, perhaps I shall merely raid someone's fridge."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            (BUT A MAN CAN DREAM. Imagine how he dreams of you each night, soaring through the window to take him away~)Orrin kept looking back and forth between the two, blinking his eyes. This was the oddest fight he had ever witnessed. Though he did understand Voyager's concern with buses. In his opinion, they were dark and scary, and rather cold. But then again, his only experience riding one was in the luggage compartment... At least the driver was kind enough to let him tag along. But having Sciurus raiding peoples' kitchens on his own seemed like a bad idea to him. The guy appeared to be rather absent minded, to him. The green guy leaned in and whispered to the car,  "Th-think he'll... he'll get l-lost...?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            That Green Gentleman Anon  {Fehehehe. & I'm sure if he or any of the other drivers really does dream about that, I'll be last to know. But ironically, I live at the top of a building with 8 floors & my room has the fire escape. I DO routinely imagine him coming by late at night, just after finishing work & still with a bus & popping in for a visit before he goes home. It uh... actually lead to a running joke about some of the others taking it from him and using Mo's apartment via fire escape as a regular meeting place xD Except for Allen who's too old to be running up/down fire escapes.  redface  }Sciurus felt his back hit the door knob, and reached behind him to open the door. Without waiting for further argument, he slipped through and closed it behind him, heading up stairs on a mission to find someone's fridge.  "O.o?? What the- HEY, GET BACK HERE! I WASN'T DONE ARGUING WITH YOU YET!!" Voyager stared at the closed door for a moment before looking over at Orrin.  "... He left us... Huh. I dunno about that, dunno what's up there cause I usually spend my time outside. I kinda remember some stuff from when all those bunny-things were around.. But it's a big place." Voyager stared at the door for a moment, occasionally looking back at the zombie.  "Should we go after him, ya think?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            Sciurus wandered the halls of the ER, swearing under his breath. Even with his eidetic memory, it had been a long time since he'd wandered the anon house, and he sure as hell didn't remember any kitchens. But the surgeon would be damned if he went back for Voyager's aid, because then any peanut butter they found would be gone. Finally paying attention to his surroundings again, Sciurus found there was a familiar figure nearby.  "Hm? Hello there?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            (Oh my goodness, this is just golden. xD)"W-wo-won't he be mad...?" Not that he had seemed too happy right then, but it seemed like a somehow bad idea to get on his bad side. Especially after his talk about strangling people...  "Maybe we sh-should go get o-o-our own f-food...? M-might have so-something a-a-at my p-place..." He didn't like the poor car being denied his favourite thing, especially since he probably drove the doc around all the time. Didn't seem very fair to him.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            "Mmm? Oh shi-" Minty dove for cover behind some convenient furniture. Of all the people she definitely didn't want medical help from right now, the doc was high on the list. He'd probably remove her whole skull to study the new growth on her head.
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			            {xD /Is probably going to a special place in stalker-hell for that/ I actually saw him today O u O I was coming home cause I needed tissues & he showed up with 5. Ironically the money thing wasn't working. He said just sit down & called me "kid". not sure weather to be annoyed or happy about that...}Voyager thought about that for a second.  "Eh... Probably not... Not as long as I don't do like I did last time at least. Probably annoy him if we're gone when he gets back, but why not? Where do ya wanna go?"That Green Gentleman Anon Suddenly there was a flurry of motion and the figure was gone. But of course, Sciurus being the predator he is, that just piqued his interest even more.  "Oh? You'd better have a massive store of apples if you wish to keep me away." The surgeon slowed his approach, not quite sneaking.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            (Perhaps he was just thinking of your future child?  emotion_kirakira )He was just about to ask what had happened last time, when he stopped himself.  I really doubt that I want to know... Orrin really didn't want to get Sciurus annoyed, it just seemed like a generally bad idea. Especially since he knew too well that the man could handle some rather sharp objects. But at the same time, he felt so bad for the poor car, who looked so cramped in that place. Did he even get out that much? Did the Doc let him out  on his own? And then he didn't get fed, either. Orrin really felt for him.  "A-a-anyw-where you want...", he said with a smile, then gave Voyager a hug.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            That Green Gentleman Anon  {/Chokes and sprays coffee all over monitor/keyboard/desk / EH??? What kid?? Future WHAT?   I don't have any kids. & Sure as hell not happening with him! I-I mean uhhh... I'm only 21, no way am I having any kids yet. & n-no offense, I'm sure he'd be awesome with little ones if he isn't already, just NO.  redface 
  Although it was ironic, part of me was happy he even referred to me at all, part of me wanted to smack him in the head & say "Ey, I'm 21, and I have a name y'know". Although he's older so... I'm still 'kid'}Voyager grinned in return, happy to see the zombie happy for once. Orrin seemed to have it rough too, and though the Plymouth knew there was roughness everywhere, it was good to see smiles for a time.  "Heh.. Well if you want we can go around town a few times, you like trees? Maybe we can wander the hills a bit, see some wildlife?" The van chuckled at getting a hug. It had been a long time since anyone regularly hugged him. The surgeon raised an eyebrow indignantly as he stopped.  "Hardly. I'm not the moron who coined the phrase. Apart from their slight vitamin content and natural sugar, apples present little to write home about." Hearing the voice properly now, Sciurus could identify the owner. He was briefly curious as to why she would suddenly flee, until he got a good look at her.  "... Hello Ms. Mint... Are you...having any cranial issues?" He just stared at the horn sticking out of her head, at a loss.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            (You are just hilarious, you know that? xD I tend to refer to people in all sorts of crazy ways myself, but mostly as a joke. I even have a coworker we sometimes call 'boy', just because he was quite young when hired. Then again, I was probably about the same age when I was hired... But yeah, he's the boy now. ^^" )"W-w-wild... l-life...?" In all honesty, Orrin was not all very fond of nature, nowadays. After running off to live in a forest a long time ago, he found that there was little food, little heat and a general scary feeling about it. Especially when you make new friends, and said friends later tie you up... And though he missed getting away from the city sometimes, he knew too well just how hopelessly easily he tended to get lost, and tried to avoid it. But if this is what the car wanted, he would trust on him to know the way.  "Su-s-sure...!", he said, trying to sound as optimistic as he could. Though internally, he was asking himself if they would ever make it back alive.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            That Green Gentleman Anon  {xD Eh... /scratches head/ Perhaps maybe there is some romantic interest there a bit... Or in terms of wanting a friend at least. Fehehe, it's like the tittle for the new guy! & I really don't know anything about deer} "Sure, figure deer or something... Maybe squirrels or other stuff. All the trees are getting pretty to look at now." Voyager couldn't help chuckling at the thought of squirrels, considering who he worked for. The van grew quiet as he started thinking about it more. What if Orrin got cold? There were extra blankets on board... Did Voyager have enough gas?  "Hm... Maybe this is a bad idea, ain't it close to hunting season or something now? I know humans like shooting at stuff, just don't remember when. It's probably season for something, but with our color combinations it might be risky... Don't want you getting shot or anything."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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