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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Well... It had SEEMED like a good idea. Here Sokka was, taking care of two animals not his own, and he had been starting to worry that they were lonely.

So, now he was in the common room, with big pieces of cardboard across the doorways making it LESS likely that the pets would run away. There was a not-very-bright ferret bouncing around excitedly and honking at things, and a less-bright cat alternating between chasing the ferret and randomly running into furniture.

He ALSO had a terrified chinchilla clinging to the top of his head and quivering with fear. Clinging to the top of his head with tiny, SHARP claws.

A thin trickle of blood ran down his temple.

"Okay, EVERYBODY STOP!!!"

[Open for everyone, especially the cat and the ferret.]

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Mako was not going to stop! Mako was going to honk! And bounce! Honkbounce! If there was emphatic noise to be made, then dangit, he was going to be the one making it. Emphatically, naturally. And noisily.

Honk! Bounce! Hon-- WAS THAT A GARBAGE CAN?

He'd be right back. Really. There was STUFF over there that had to be rooted through if he could get up there. He could, couldn't he? He'd try anyhow!

PETEY WAS GONNA GET MAKO. He was! He was wriggling his butt and waiting to pounce on him when Mako wasn't looking. Annnnnnnny minute now. He --

Hey! Heyyyyyy! Look at him! Looooook at him! Nobody was looking at him! Hey, ponytailed guy! Look at him! Loooook at him! Look at what he could do!

Petey was headbutting the wall again. Maybe on purpose. Maybe not. Who knew.

Momo Jr. quivered like a quivering thing full of quiverosity. And dug his claws in deeper.

"OW! -- Mako! Mako, get out of there! You don't know where that's been! -- Petey, stop... whatever it is you're doing! Seriously, guys, can't we all just get along???" Sokka threw his hands in the air.

OOOH. There was STUFF IN HERE.

The common room's view of Mako was mostly just a weaselly posterior sticking out from the top of the trash bin, now. Where there was a will, there was a weasel, after all, and there was garbage in there that needed to be explored.

Starting with this nasty, scummy coffee filter! Ooooh, he could BURY that somewhere! Like under the couch!

With a bump and a tumble and an excited chitter, Mako tore off across the room, nasty filter in tow, tracking coffee grounds all around on his roundabout trip to the couch.

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY! Petey was off like a shot. He was gonna tackle Mako! He was gonna tackle the coffee filter! He was gonna tackle the trail of coffee grounds!!!

And then he was gonna flop on the ground and mrowl and wriggle around for twenty or thirty seconds for no good reason. Hey! Heyyyyy!

AND THEN HE WAS UP AGAIN! HE HAD TO EAT MAKO'S NECK! OMNOMNOM!

Sokka made a mad dive to try to block Mako from getting the filter underneath the couch. In the process, Momo Jr. took a flying leap without tearing off TOO much skin, and skittered past Petey to go gnaw on some coffee grounds nervously.

AHA! No human could contain that which was Mako! Off like a shot! Making a mad dash to the side and skittering and tripping on his own feet and that was a glorious cartwheel and now he was running into the wall OW but it was okay because he bounced back and there was coffee everywhere and this was AWESOME.

Ooooh, hay! What was that gray puffy thing? It liked coffee, too! Mako was gonna go say hi! HONK.

GRAY PUFFY THING! Could they eat it? Could they? It looked like it was good to eat. Omnomnom! Petey at least had to run up and sniff it. It smelled neat! Maybe it was a friend! Maybe it was a snack! Meeting new people was so exciting!!!

Sokka wiped some coffee grounds off his face and groaned. "This is NOT happening..."

For his part, Momo Jr. found himself face-to-face with the two BEASTS OF EVIL that were rampaging through his nice, quiet space. The caffeine didn't help, either. He shrieked, puffed his fur out even farther, and took off at full speed right into the trash can. It made a "thunk".

... This was a game, wasn't it? Mako watched the puffy thing run off, right into HIS garbage can, and then blinked at Petey, and then tackled Petey to get his attention to make sure he was coming along because this was IMPORTANT and then he was off again! PUFFY THING HIIIII HOW ARE YOU THAT IS MY CAN TUNNEL TREASURE BOX THING YOU CAN NOT HAS.

Hooray! Hooray, tacklings! Today was awesome because there was Mako and there was the gray puffy thing and there were tacklings and hey! Heyyyy, nobody was tackling the ponytailed guy! So Petey was gonna derail for a few seconds and run over and try to headbutt his ankles. Hey! Hey you! Heyyyyyy! Hi! Hiiiiiiii.

What was he doing again? Licking his crotch? Hmmm. He should lick his crotch for a few seconds.

OH BOY OH BOY LOOK OVER THERE! THAT WAS HIS FRIEND MAKO! Mako had some weird gray puffy thing he was playing with! Hi, Mako! Hi! Heyyyyyy! Wait up for meeeeeeeeee!

Momo Jr. was a little more comfortable than he had been, because some of the stuff in the garbage was food, and he was more or less swimming in it, and he liked swimming in food... The ferret in his face was awfully terrifying, though. So he burrowed into the garbage and tried to pretend like he wasn't there.

"Yes, hi, Petey," Sokka sighed, just happy that the cat wasn't after his chinchilla... oh, wait. There he went, again. "If either of you hurts him, I will murder you TWICE!!!"

This had to be a game! Hide and squeak with the gray puffy thing in his TREASURE BIN with all the yummy smelly things! It was the bestest game ever which meant that Mako had to dig for the puffy thing because digging was fun and maybe puffy things were good to chew on! Omnomnomno-- OH HI PETEY! There's a thingie in the magic bin of awesome, and it is puffy and now it was time to chew on kitty neck! OMNOM.

It was fortunate that Mako was entirely too ADHD to be terribly dangerous.

While Mako was distracted by trying to eat Petey, Momo Jr. quietly and subtly shifted under the garbage and started trying to chew through the side of the trash can to escape. It didn't seem to be going very well.

YAY KITTY NECK! YAY MAKO! HE HAD FRIENDS AND -- ooooooooh! Did Mako hear that? There was something in the trash can! He could hear it! They should get it and eat it! Once they --

Holy crap, what was that!?!

Petey would need a moment to successfully identify his own tail.

If Triela were the sort to get (and make) pop culture references, she would have yelled "HAMMER TIME!"

As it was she just slammed herself back against the wall and poked her head around the corner to look into the room. "Do I need to get a gun?"

PERSON!!!!! Person person person! And off Mako went like a bat-outta-hell all over again, to investigate the person and honk at her and bounce around her shoes -please don't mind that somersault- and then honk some more!

PERSON.

Triela looked down and eyed the ferret veeeery skeptically.

"If you make a mess on my boots," her voice was flat, "I will shoot you."

Which would involve a long trek across campus to get her gun, and the violation of any number of school rules, but it'd be worth it.

AND THE PERSON WAS PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM! Oh, happy day!

Mako chittered happily at the person's boot, pleased as punch that she was so willing to make friends that she had even talked to him, like his daddy-Reno did all the time! She must be a really friendly person!

Mako was going to demonstrate how happy he was to have a friendly person trying to make friends with him the only way he knew how.

He was gonna CHEW her SHOES! Wasn't that COOL?

Triela scowled. "Quit that!" she snapped, trying to shove the ferret away from her boot with... her boot. Probably not the most efficient method she could have chosen.

... This was playing, right? Mako's little toes scrabbled at the floor as he was pushed across it, and he was going to have to backtrack a few steps before making another attempt at taking on the worthy adversary laid before him.

A chitter. A chatter. A bounce. A honk.

BOOT AMBUSH!

Those were her favorite boots! (They probably weren't going to be after this...)

"Quit that!" Triela yelled again, hopping back and pulling her leg back to kick the thing away.

Sokka dove between her boot and the ferret, scooped Mako up, and rolled to safety. He glared at her with his blood- and coffee-caked face. "What the HELL is wrong with you?!?!?" he demanded. "You don't just KICK a... a... whatever the hell he is! That's CRUEL!"

She managed to stop her kick as Sokka intervened, breathing a slight sigh of relief as the ferret was taken away from her footwear.

"It was chewing on my boot," Triela countered angrily. "And it wouldn't stop."

"Mako is a LIVING CREATURE!" Sokka yelled. "A living, breathing animal that you should only ever, EVER hurt if you're hungry or need the fur for something! But not ever THIS one, because he's a pet!!!"

Sokka had a very complicated relationship with the animal kingdom.

"Aren't you, like, super strong and stuff?" he demanded. "Weasel-things are very fragile creatures."

Triela blinked, obviously confused.

"I don't understand." Her brow wrinkled, "It's just an animal."

In case it wasn't completely obvious by this point, Triela had never had a pet, or really known anyone who had.

Sokka thrust Mako at her face. "Look him in the eyes and say that. Seriously, I mean it." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Wook him in him's cute widdle eyes and say that."

Mako had veeeeewwy cyoooot widdle eyesies. They were. See thems, all wee and cute?

Also, he was squirming and sniffling at the end of her nose.

HONK.

"Well," Triela allowed, leaning back a bit as Mako's nose moved toward her. "He is very fuzzy..."

Sokka raised an eyebrow at her. "Seriously?" he asked dryly. "You're not at all swayed by the cute? Not even a little?"

Triela reached up to run a hand through her hair as she gave Sokka's question serious consideration.

"Maybe a little," she eventually decided. "But not too much."

Sokka blinked at her. "Is your heart robotic?" he asked. "Did they take away your ability to love?"

He snuggled Mako, by way of demonstration.

Triela's lip twitched in what she hoped would be taken as amusement.

"I still don't know."

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