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[It's late on the evening following this unfortunate incident when Veidt finally lets himself back into his apartment. He's been out for a few hours after school, taking care of a few necessities, and he doesn't expect to sleep for hours yet. There's too much that needs to be done.

Merytamun pads towards him, her normal mew of greeting tinged with a faintly disapproving tone at his late return, but he only bends to give her a scritch on the head before heading in the direction of his office. But as he passes through the living room, and the city lights shine in from the darkened windows, the events of the afternoon hit him with new clarity, and his knees almost buckle with the realization that this- the world he's made for himself, no matter how small- might come to an end, and all because of his own folly.

He's not sure how much longer it is when the world ceases to become a blur and he can sense something besides his own panicked breathing and the rush of blood in his ears, but there's a plaintive sound, and the sensation of something tickling his temple where he's landed facedown on the couch. It's his cat, once again, crouched beside him and making faint sounds of distress at her favorite human's behavior, and when he begins to stir, she cuddles close to him and actually starts licking his face.

Veidt may publicly lament his cat's remarkably doglike nature and lack of proper feline dignity, but at this moment, he wouldn't trade her for any other creature on the planet, and so he rolls over, cuddling her close to his chest (her meeps of dismay changing to contented purring).

He'll get up, soon, and keep working, but for now, the world is calm again.]

Date: 2010-05-07 03:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[At least until his phone rings. If he picks it up, this is what he'll hear:]

Good evening, is this Mr. Veidt? I'm Mathew James, calling from the FWS.

[Ed's always been good at disguising his voice...]
Edited Date: 2010-05-07 03:24 pm (UTC)

((Fff, argh, reply fail. Sorry.))

Date: 2010-05-11 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Veidt sighs inwardly. Just what he needs.]

Mr. James. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?

[Something about the call is making his well-honed BS-meter twitch.]

Date: 2010-05-11 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
One of our sources informed us that you are in the possession of two turtles, and that one of them recently... [The man clears his throat in what could have been polite disbelief.] away from its terrarium. Is that right?

Date: 2010-05-11 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Yes, that cinches it. The corner of Veidt's mouth twitches, almost imperceptibly.]

You would be correct, although the prodigal returned safely some time ago. Do you wish to interview Plotinus to satisfy yourself that she hasn't been abused? I can pencil you in next Thursday, if that suits.

Date: 2010-05-11 07:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Actually, that's not too far from the purpose of this call. [Ed has no idea of how he's keeping himself from laughing. As it is, he keeps his tone neutral.] Surely you are aware of the sudden invasion of exotic species Central Park has been suffering. We're concerned with how far... Plotinus got from her terrarium.

Date: 2010-05-21 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ah. [Veidt sandwiches the phone between his ear and shoulder as he devotes both hands to tickling the cat.] Testudo graeca aren't really that exotic, although I can understand your concern. Still, if you believe that my tortoise managed to high-tail it all the way from Custodes High to Central Park, then back, in the space of a few hours, you must know something I don't.

Sadly, I didn't implant the tracking device until after the latest incident. If it happens again [brightly] feel free to subpoena me for the GPS records.


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