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"Uhm, dragon ..." The Rev sounded uncertain as she kept an eye out for anyone taking interest in someone breaking into a house in this nice neighborhood.
"M?" dragon indicated she was paying attention even if she wasn't as she neatly pushed the credit card through the doorway between jamb and door. She was rewarded with the opening of the back door of the house. "We're in!"
"But should we be? I mean ... er ... " Da Rev cleaned her glasses and blinked at the spotless kitchen. "You did say bachelor, didn't you?"
"Kinda OCD. Sleeps here, not much else."
"And keeps a tidy kitchen. Very tidy." She opened the refrigerator, blinked and closed it. "Except for something on the bottom shelf that seems to have been in there too long."
dragon snerked. "You should see the kind of things that grow in there in some fanon ... " She took a peek and eeped as she slammed the door shut. "Coffee." She unslung the backpack and started unloading small bags of various coffees. "Quick, open the cabinets. Find out where he keeps the coffee."
Da Rev followed orders and started opening cabinets, coughing a little over the dust. She located a very dusty canister marked "Coffee" in one and pointed it out. dragon started handing her the bags of flavored coffee to place in the cabinet. "You know, given the dust, he may not find these."
"Of course he will." She pulled out brightly colored paper footprints and disappeared through the doorway to the rest of the house where she neatly taped the footprints to the floor, avoiding the white fur rug. "See, "coffee this way". He should be able to follow simple instructions."
"He's paranoid, from what you've told me and probably won't use it."
dragon looked thoughtful as she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. "So, he'll have it all tested! And when it turns out to be OK, someone will drink it!" she ended exhultantly. "Move." She nudged Da Rev out of the way to finish placing the flourescent footprints on the floor to the doorway of the kitchen.
"Uh ... dragon. He's here!" Da Rev muffled her shriek and shifted into her VR persona of a 7 foot tall marsupial felinoid called a Praahr.
Ed Straker, entering his house after a strange day at work, caught a glimpse of something gold furred disappearing into the kitchen. The giggles caused him to grab his gun and approach with caution, the footprints caught his eye as he stepped around the doorway and menaced an empty kitchen.
What the hell?
The cabinet filled with small bags of exotically flavored coffees was open, two of the bags toppling out as he stood there annoyed and bemused. Holstering his Glock, he picked up one of the bags. Starbucks. Vanilla Hazelnut. At least his car wasn't pink.