the change in your face [when anger shows]

[didorothy]

[Have you, gentle reader, ever wanted to know what barely contained, borderline homocidal rage sounds like when delivered in John Simm's delightful Mancunian accent? Then here is your chance!]

There is a savannah. Outside of Manchester.

A savannah. Outside. Of Manchester.

Everywhere.

With cheetahs!

Gene Hunt, I am going to gut you, and when I'm done I'll have 'em prepared for your funeral so your Missus doesn't have to cook.

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[didorothy]

[holds Cy and pets her] What's gotten into you?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Purrrrr] You have, Nancylocks, Sherlock as cheetahs have got into Manchester.

[didorothy]

You what?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Happily, grabbing at his collar] I what what!

[didorothy]

Don't--Cy, you're going to choke me.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Climbs up and balances on his shoulder instead. Without claws!] See, look, I can be a lady!

[didorothy]

Cy, away from - could you get away from my neck?

...Why do you want to be a lady?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Licking his neck briskly now.] 'cause that's what the Gentlemountain said I should be, and Squanto said no claws.

[didorothy]

[a slight flare of panic and he pulls her away from his neck]

The Gentlemountain?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Feels it and goes limp immediately.] I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't want to hurt anyone.

[didorothy]

Hey, no, don't. It's all right. [pets her] I know you don't.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Curls into a little fluffy ball of Cy.] Squanto said it wasn't my fault. Bee... Shan said it wasn't my fault. It's not my fault, right, Nancylocks?

[didorothy]

'course it isn't. ...What is it?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Bee-Kay. Archelaus and the boss hurt him. I told them not to, but they did it anyway!

[didorothy]

...I'm sorry.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Snuggles against him.] Missed you, Nancylocks.

[didorothy]

[pets kitty] And you, Cy.