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"Let's do that," L suggests, "and bring him too, so he has a bit of a chance to explore without being pounced on."

Cute as he's being with the kitten, the puppy will eventually loose patience and L doesn't want to see that happen. For Koopa's sake; Schrodinger would probably kick his ass if he got uppity.

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"I can watch him, if you like," A offers. "While you move the fishtank."

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"You could help him into A's room while we move the tank?"

Matt thinks L's suggestion of giving Koopa a chance to look around without getting pounced on by kittens is a good one.

He makes his way to the side of the tank (bag of candy still held under one arm) and grabs hold.

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"Is it heavy?"

He takes the other side, just to be sure. It would be tragic if his fish died.

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"Not really, but if I move it myself I'd be more likely to slop water all over the place. Or break something."

Probably. In any case, it's important that Team Rocket remain safe.

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"On three, then. One, two, three," lift.

It's not heavy at all, just cumbersome.

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They manage to navigate their way out of the room and out into the corridor without incidence.

"Ah. Opening your door should be interesting."

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"I'll get it with my elbow if you back my up against it."

He mutters the password, (the new one is olive-pi-safety) and thanks the powers that be that it's a sort of hooked pull down handle, not a round knob.

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"Right," Matt agrees, moving steadily. "Whereabouts are we going to put it? The windowsill?"

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"The dresser." So they can broom through a windowsill. "Next to the clock."

He's acquired a nice old clock, the sort made of brass.

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He nods, and they get the tank to its new location without incidence. Matt steals a swift, chaste kiss before presenting him with the bag from the candy store.

"Couldn't let A be the only one getting you something," he says, with a small grin. "Enjoy."

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L steals a swifter, far-from-chaste kiss, dropping the bag onto the dresser and winding a quick hand in Matt's hair for a three second hello-there kiss.

Before pulling back, with a butter wouldn't melt in my mouth expression, and skittering away to go back to the room where A's dogsitting Koopa.

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"That's really fucking unfair," Matt says, when he's recovered enough to follow after L again. He's trying very hard to hide a grin.

Maybe A would be okay with them holding hands. He'd coped fairly well with Matt receiving a backrub, after all.

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A doesn't even notice, actually. He's on his back on the floor, arms flailing, his face being enthusiastically licked by Koopa (he's got his eyes tightly shut to protect them, Einstein standing on his belly and kneading, and Schrodinger worrying his ankles with her sharp little teeth.

It didn't take them long to become co-conspirators.

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"Now, then," L laughs, going to scoop up Schrodinger, who's likely the most serious culprit, "what's this? What are the three of you doing to dear A? Most ill-mannered of you."

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Matt snickers. "D'you need a hand up, A?"

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A waves a hand vaguely; he still has a faceful of puppy.

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"Could you get Koopa?"

That'd probably be a good step in the direction of coherency.

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"Koopa! Come on, boy, there's more fun things to play with than A's face." Matt crouches next to A, putting his hands on the puppy's sides to turn him around.

When Koopa sees that there's another friend to play with, he barks again, and launches himself at Matt instead. Matt laughs and lets himself fall backwards.

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A sits up, wiping puppy spit off his face, and laughs as well when he sees that Matt's now under 'attack'.

"Koopa is very friendly," he points out needlessly.

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"Rub his stomach," suggests L, since that seems like a harmless way to work out his enthusiasm. Without, you know, being slobbered on.

Schrodinger, for once, has simply settled down in his arms, leaving just Einstein, purring contentedly on A.

"When did our corridor turn into a petting zoo?"

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"I'm just waiting for the day Mello and Near decide they need pets too. Then it'll be a petting zoo."

Koopa, it turns out, quite enjoys getting his stomach rubbed; he rolls onto his back, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

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"Mello likes Schrodinger," A says with a trace of approval. "And she purrs when he pets her."

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"Schrodinger is difficult to dislike."

L scritches behind her ears.

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