[Yakko looks up from the bedazzled sandwich with his mouth popped into a perfect "o", round as a dime. The implication had been made earlier, but he'd totally missed it. Oof.
He doesn't quite know what to do with the information. He's got limitless knowledge but narrow experience, and no one outside his family would ever look to him for a sturdy shoulder. Why would they? He's a certified maniac. And he can't go give the culprits their just desserts either. They're out there, he's in here, sitting stupid with nothing better to do than beg people to pay attention to him.
He looks back at the sandwich, suddenly ill at ease. But not showing it! No sir! He starts slicing tomatoes before remembering that he's supposed to be making a Rueben. Then also remembers that he'd slapped on pastrami and there was no corned beef in sight. Okay. Going for an original flavor.]
You weren't still there before all this, were you? [Tell him you kicked their keisters and gave them the bird on the way out. Please.
In the meantime, Coda's throwing him a pretty generous bone.]
What are you talking about? Sounds like dream vacation to me. The worst would be if they made stuff from this nightmare town. [Ignoring the tomato juice surely staining his gloves, he pries the lids of one eye wide and stares soullessly at his host.] Trying to read the paper is scorching my eyeballs.
Oh, excuse me. [He pinches out the smoking spot with a thumb and a forefinger and not so much as a flinch.]
Good! I hope you blew it all up before you left. [Some pickles now, maybe. Swiss cheese, and monterey jack. Daikon? Yes, more daikon. Is there any sauerkraut? He dips back into the fridge, tail flicking back and forth. It seems the news of Coda's escape has put the wind back in his sails.]
I was betting on some kind of Jumanji deal. Wanna put money on it?
[There's a jar of raspberry jam temptingly sitting in the door of the fridge.]
I couldn't blow it all up, but...I managed to stick my Keeper in one of the labs where he wouldn't be able to get out, long enough to escape and help others escape. Does that count for anything?
As for the bet, if we both end up escaping and ending up on our own worlds, how will the loser be able to pay up, if we bet?
Yakko snags that jam and starts scooping a generous dollop on the open half of the rye. He'll have to remember this recipe for when he gets home.]
'Course it does! You helped the other guys get out, that's the important thing! Revenge is nice and all but if you can't get it done, at least save a couple butts. And you did! Including yours! [He takes a break from sandwich artistry to give a playful punch to Coda's arm. Not hard or anything. Just gamely.] Maybe someone else is gonna come give them what's coming to them. It doesn't have to be you!
[Also he doesn't fancy's Coda's odds in a throw down. No offense.
The other follow up gives him pause. Yakko thinks for a moment, looking to the ceiling for help. He finds none.]
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Date: 2021-01-27 06:20 pm (UTC)He doesn't quite know what to do with the information. He's got limitless knowledge but narrow experience, and no one outside his family would ever look to him for a sturdy shoulder. Why would they? He's a certified maniac. And he can't go give the culprits their just desserts either. They're out there, he's in here, sitting stupid with nothing better to do than beg people to pay attention to him.
He looks back at the sandwich, suddenly ill at ease. But not showing it! No sir! He starts slicing tomatoes before remembering that he's supposed to be making a Rueben. Then also remembers that he'd slapped on pastrami and there was no corned beef in sight. Okay. Going for an original flavor.]
You weren't still there before all this, were you? [Tell him you kicked their keisters and gave them the bird on the way out. Please.
In the meantime, Coda's throwing him a pretty generous bone.]
What are you talking about? Sounds like dream vacation to me. The worst would be if they made stuff from this nightmare town. [Ignoring the tomato juice surely staining his gloves, he pries the lids of one eye wide and stares soullessly at his host.] Trying to read the paper is scorching my eyeballs.
[Ssss...
A wee tendril of smoke wafts off his cornea.]
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Date: 2021-01-27 07:12 pm (UTC)[It's either that or splash it out with water, and they don't feel like moving that much.]
Anyway, yeah, no, I escaped four years objectively before arriving here. October, 2016.
Also, I'm only about 90% sure this isn't some sort of fae realm, honestly.
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Date: 2021-01-28 06:12 pm (UTC)Good! I hope you blew it all up before you left. [Some pickles now, maybe. Swiss cheese, and monterey jack. Daikon? Yes, more daikon. Is there any sauerkraut? He dips back into the fridge, tail flicking back and forth. It seems the news of Coda's escape has put the wind back in his sails.]
I was betting on some kind of Jumanji deal. Wanna put money on it?
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Date: 2021-01-28 07:08 pm (UTC)I couldn't blow it all up, but...I managed to stick my Keeper in one of the labs where he wouldn't be able to get out, long enough to escape and help others escape. Does that count for anything?
As for the bet, if we both end up escaping and ending up on our own worlds, how will the loser be able to pay up, if we bet?
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Date: 2021-01-28 11:45 pm (UTC)Yakko snags that jam and starts scooping a generous dollop on the open half of the rye. He'll have to remember this recipe for when he gets home.]
'Course it does! You helped the other guys get out, that's the important thing! Revenge is nice and all but if you can't get it done, at least save a couple butts. And you did! Including yours! [He takes a break from sandwich artistry to give a playful punch to Coda's arm. Not hard or anything. Just gamely.] Maybe someone else is gonna come give them what's coming to them. It doesn't have to be you!
[Also he doesn't fancy's Coda's odds in a throw down. No offense.
The other follow up gives him pause. Yakko thinks for a moment, looking to the ceiling for help. He finds none.]
E-transfer?