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Walter Sullivan ([personal profile] illdrinktothat) wrote 2013-07-24 12:54 pm (UTC)

Walter will just take those off her hands and get the fuck out of the way so she can come in already. "Good idea."

He's keen to shut the door before he hears the inevitable tiny kitten footfalls in their direction, but that doesn't actually happen. So instead he'll just... take this stuff to the kitchen. And hopefully put it on the counter somewhere Bourbon won't destroy it.

Thankfully, she's still on the ground where he left her, preoccupied with inhaling the anchovies like it's her last meal.

He mutters something about being a spoiled pain in the ass in the cat's direction. Nevermind the fact that he's the one who feeds her this stuff.

"So..." How does one even go about going hey ready to have me slice open your face? He's prepared for the actual act, at least. Sharp enough knife, sterilized, something to clean the area, something to slow the bleeding, that sort of thing. Having a Victor's budget made that easier - he didn't have those sorts of luxuries when he got his scars from the Order. It was luck that he didn't end up with some kind of infection, and he'd rather not take that risk here if at all possible.

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