ph33r my rod: ~~; Did you get my last message? My comp froze like right after I sent it and I dunno if it went through or not.
InversedEnigma: No, I didn't... @@;
InversedEnigma: AIM plays havoc with our souls again... *muttermutter*
ph33r my rod: X_x; Oi. Well... is the simple style okay with you? I'm doing a bit of multitasking... or will be when I get everything opened again. ~~;
InversedEnigma: Ah. Yeah, sure. XD
ph33r my rod: Okay. XD
InversedEnigma: ...so should I start it off? @@;
ph33r my rod: I guesso. @@;
InversedEnigma: Ooookay...so just have him show up then.

... *irritatedirritatedohwhateverI'llgrabkittehIhavenothingelsetodo * *drives/driven over to Malik household* God, I hate paying visits to people. *knocks at the door* Hello? You home? --;
ph33r my rod: *stops moping on the cough about the loss of his gorgeous mane and walks up to the door, peeking out the peephole* *blinks* ... Yeah, what is it?
ph33r my rod: (( *COUCH >> ))
InversedEnigma: I--is there something different about you?--was just wondering if I could pick up my feline...
ph33r my rod: ...oh, right, your cat. *hesitantly opens door, revealing Malik with his hair tied up in a bandanna of sorts*
ph33r my rod: (( Brb. ))
InversedEnigma: (('kay.))
InversedEnigma: *blink* ... *just...decides not to ask, he's in a hurry to do nothing* Yes, my cat. *steps inside nonchalantly*
ph33r my rod: ...yeah, okay. *shuts door, paranoid that anyone else may be outside and could possibly see him like this* I'll go grab it. It'll probably be a minute, so... *goes upstairs*
InversedEnigma: ...very well... >> *folds arms* I'll just...wait here, then? *taps foot out of (rather rude) impatience* *eyerollgrumblewhyamIhereisacatworththis?*
ph33r my rod: *comes back down after a few minutes, holding a ball of gray fluff* ... Yeah, here you go. *hands it to him* 's not quite on regular cat food yet, just wet down some dry food or something and that'll work for a while. >>;
InversedEnigma: ...all right, I can do that. *takes kitty* *examines it uncertainly* ...tell me. Is it male or female? >>;
ph33r my rod: I think that one's a girl. >>;; *thinks for a second* ... Speaking of girls, watch out for that Anzu girl; she wasn't kidding when she said she was going to try and turn us into monks. -_-;;;
InversedEnigma: ...excuse me? What do you mean, she's castr--what's she doing?
ph33r my rod: ... *pulls the bandana off, revealing his hair, which is quite short* You've probably got pretty tight security on your place, so it shouldn't be a problem, but watch out anyway; she might try and break in in the middle of the night and cut off your hair while you're asleep. -___-;;
InversedEnigma: *horrified stare* ... *retches involuntarily* ...excuse me. She's...but...upping security today, then. Shoot on sight of homophobic brunettes screaming about the bible. And shoot to kill. *shaken, not stirred*
ph33r my rod: *raises eyebrow* ... Yeah, keep an eye out. That chick's psycho. She may be armed with a crowbar. >>;
InversedEnigma: Well, I'm not letting her get anywhere near me, that's for certain. I'll let security take her ou--remove her from the premise.
ph33r my rod: *smirks, not objecting to the unfinished "taking out" comment* Should she happen to drop by your place, have your people lock her up or something, so she doesn't go around cutting the heads of innocent civilians. >>;
InversedEnigma: We'll take care of it, whether she end up in a jail cell or the dungeon. That she would even think of touching a hair on my head...
ph33r my rod: ... *pouts at the loss of his own hair again* --;; Good.
InversedEnigma: ...so... *strokes kitten* I suppose I should leave now to set up the security plans, then?
ph33r my rod: *scratches head awkwardly* I guesso. And take care of that kitten, 'kay?
InversedEnigma: Don't worry, I shall. It is going to a good home.
ph33r my rod: *nods* Good.
InversedEnigma: *opens door for himself* Now I--we--'ll just be going...oh. Oh, yes. Thank you.
ph33r my rod: ... Yeah, no problem.
InversedEnigma: Good day, then. *slinks outside and stalks over to his garishly-coloured limo*
ph33r my rod: *looks door about six different ways* >>; <<;
InversedEnigma: *calls home and demands that security be upped to the ninth*