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[Angeal looks a little more harried than usual, which is a lot, seeing as how the man never seems bothered by anything, most of the time.]

Does anyone have any ideas on how to keep SERO from constantly coming to your door? [And, a sidelong glance off screen, likley at somebody.] That doesn't involve your weapon, I mean.

It's been almost a month now since this all started. Completely ridiculous.

[Calls will be taken in the greenroom while he waters the plants!]

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All ya c'n do is tell 'em ya ain't interested. They won't listen. Ya might be able t'get one o' those 'no solicitin' signs, and that'd make it tresspassin' if'n they try to bother ya. But, how likely is it that the cops are gonna do anythin' 'bout it?

One of the people who lives here is a officer, that might be a little bit more of a deterrent, perhaps. [At least for a week or so, not that Asch is particularly terrifying considering how small he is... well, compared to the rest of the house.]

Thank you for the idea, really. At least I could point it out to them and not feel as bad when they end up chased off.

Ya welcome. It might not work, but it cain't hurt, right now.

[Mimsy's head pops into the video. HELLO! YOU ARE IN THE TALKIE THING!]

Mimsy...

[YOU SAY MY NAME DADDY!]

I dunno how legally bindin' it is, so that might be somethin' ya should look inta.

[He can't help but smile at the brief interruption, a pretty good pick me up for the bad mood Angeal had been falling into.]

I will, we do own this place after all, not rent it. That might help some in that argument as it is.

I'm Angeal, by the way. Angeal Hewley.

[Have a nose in the camera. HELLO TALKIE THING! HELLOOOO~!

Kevin picks her up and moves her back away from the NV. She collapses on his legs, her tail thumping against the couch.]

Kevin Ford. Right nice t'meet ya, Mr. Hewley.

[DADDY! IS THERE BACON?!

Mimsy has to look between the two in hopes of pork-type things coming her way.]

Angeal does just fine for me.

[He'll set the jug he uses to water with down to fill it with the hose, taking a moment with his NV again as that wet nose presses against the NV.] Someone seems excited over there!

Mr. Angeal, then.

[Because he can't help it. :/

He sighs and moves Mimsy out of the way.]

She seems t'think the phone is fer her. She keeps tryin' t'eat it. Or get folks t'give her bacon through it.

[DADDY! YOU SAID BACON!]

If you must, Mister Kevin.

Well she has personality, I'll give her that. [He chuckles, too bad they don't make plush NV's for animals to play with (or do they??)]

[And now he looks uncomfortable.]

Oh, no sir, just Kevin is right fine. Ain't proper fer ya t'call me that.

[DADDY! IS THERE BACON?!]

Mimsy, knock it off. She's still a bit o' a handful.

[He'll back off on the name then, waving it off with a smile.]

How long have you had her? She still looks like a puppy. [And, to explain his questions a bit- I'm a Vet tech, over at the Caregood Pound.

I've had her since February. She's 'bout... seven months old now. She ain't grown into her feet yet.

[Mimsy has HUGE paws. She's going to be a monster. Eventually.]

Well you've got your work cut out for you with her, that is for certain.

I don't mind. Rescued her, an' she's stuck around so I must be doin' somethin' right.

[No reason to mention she was rescued from SERO, right? Right.]

Our kitten was a rescue as well, so I know the feeling. [Well, it's not his, but he's basically adopted it along with Sephiroth.]

If she ever needs a checkup, bring her to us at the pound. You might even run into me while you're there. [It's a bit of a tease at himself, because Angeal is a hard man to miss.]

[Mimsy is afraid of kittens. Tolly trained her well.]

She needs another one, soon. She's gotta few special needs that need lookin' after.

[Mainly, he doesn't know what the genetic engineering did to her.]

We are pretty good with that kind of thing, especially with domestic animals. The Core's powers aren't always limited to humans.

[Should of seen the time he ended up fostering the cat with scorpion tails and acid drool for a week or so. Now that was fun.]

There are always private practices we can refer you to as well, if we are not an exact fit.

[He pauses. He's not sure he trusts a lot of people to know that Mimsy is SERO made, not a Core creature.]

I might stop by. Cain't make no promises.

[He will, once Magneto does an investigation. No way is he risking Mimsy.]

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I understand.

Anyway, thank you for your time, Kevin. I will be sure to try what you suggested and see if that keeps SERO off my back.

Ain't no problem, Mr. Angeal. Right nice t'meet ya.

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