I do. It's boring as shit, though. A monkey could do it. Plus, I'm like to miss sledding season at this rate.
[Again, priorities, but there's not much money in it either, truth be told. She whumps a fist against his chest at the tease.]
I do my share. I'm no slouch.
[But it's not as if she wants to work on the farm forever, hence the attempt at modeling. It was worth a shot, even if it isn't bound to stick.]
Geese, huh? Couldn't've picked a finer animal to raise, if you want my opinion. You know, the mutants down at the golf club wanted to oil up the Canadian goose eggs so they wouldn't hatch and shit all over the course. We rose such a fuss we got 'em to scrap that stupid fucking plan, though.
[skips ahead in her timeline a little but if they can't bond over their mutual love of geese then what's the fucking point]
Course they did. Can't have their pretty courses all dirtied up, right?
[Turns out the golf club and Capitolites have a few things in common.]
They're pretty okay, though.
[It's nice to have something to care for, truthfully, and they're a hell of a lot better than a guard dog when it comes to telling him if anyone's nearby.]
So what animals do you keep, Miss Katy? Cuz, see-- right now I know about three things about, which isn't nearly even enough, given how much you know about me.
Chickens and cows, mostly. Barn cats if you count 'em. Wayne's got a pit mix named Gus and I've got a German shepherd called Stormy. We breed her when we're able, but she's got a nasty habit of trying to kill her studs.
[She shrugs as if that's just one of those problems everyone understands.]
But all that's nothing to get too excited over. Not much goes on in Letterkenny. I've got my brother, we've got our friends, and that's that.
[She's boring, all things considered. She's lucky in that respect.]
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Date: 2019-10-21 05:51 am (UTC)[Again, priorities, but there's not much money in it either, truth be told. She whumps a fist against his chest at the tease.]
I do my share. I'm no slouch.
[But it's not as if she wants to work on the farm forever, hence the attempt at modeling. It was worth a shot, even if it isn't bound to stick.]
Geese, huh? Couldn't've picked a finer animal to raise, if you want my opinion. You know, the mutants down at the golf club wanted to oil up the Canadian goose eggs so they wouldn't hatch and shit all over the course. We rose such a fuss we got 'em to scrap that stupid fucking plan, though.
[skips ahead in her timeline a little but if they can't bond over their mutual love of geese then what's the fucking point]
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Date: 2019-10-21 05:58 am (UTC)[Turns out the golf club and Capitolites have a few things in common.]
They're pretty okay, though.
[It's nice to have something to care for, truthfully, and they're a hell of a lot better than a guard dog when it comes to telling him if anyone's nearby.]
So what animals do you keep, Miss Katy? Cuz, see-- right now I know about three things about, which isn't nearly even enough, given how much you know about me.
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Date: 2019-10-21 06:14 am (UTC)Chickens and cows, mostly. Barn cats if you count 'em. Wayne's got a pit mix named Gus and I've got a German shepherd called Stormy. We breed her when we're able, but she's got a nasty habit of trying to kill her studs.
[She shrugs as if that's just one of those problems everyone understands.]
But all that's nothing to get too excited over. Not much goes on in Letterkenny. I've got my brother, we've got our friends, and that's that.
[She's boring, all things considered. She's lucky in that respect.]
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Date: 2019-10-21 06:45 am (UTC)[It sounds nice, honestly. Peaceful. Boring, but there are worse things than to be bored.]
Mm. You sleeping here tonight?
[Because he can't stay up for much longer, not with alcohol and a soft pillow luring him into a doze.]
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Date: 2019-10-21 06:58 am (UTC)[It's her signature move. And as to his question:]
If it'll make you feel better.
[But she pats his chest and slides out of bed.]
I'd better let Tonbo know where I'll be. He's a worrier. Where's your clamshell? I'll let myself back in.
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Date: 2019-10-21 07:02 am (UTC)Go on. I'll see you in a bit.
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Date: 2019-10-21 07:08 am (UTC)[She slips on her shoes and turns to leave, but pauses in the doorway to shoot him a very serious glare.]
And if I come back to find you horizontal anywhere but the bed, so help me god, I will fight you.
[She holds up a finger.]
Don't fucking test me, Haymitch.
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Date: 2019-10-21 07:10 am (UTC)[Drawled out, but it looks like he might not move at all, so. Good looking out, Katy-Kat.]