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"I don't want to turn into a blanket!" he scoffs. "Poisons and sharp scaly blades are a lot cooler."
The A.A. is most definitely thinking about snakes essentially sitting in pots while swaying to instrument playing while the Mamba tries to make his case. Also, with the A.A. technically being the Catamount, everything the Mamba is saying about cheetahs that's supposed to be offensive also technically applies to pumas. Furry, made into blankets...yeeepp.
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"But snakes have to take off their scales and skin now and then. Cheetahs get to keep warm fur all the time!"
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The Mamba pauses at that. "They do?"
He means to direct that question towards what she said about snakes. Welp, looks like someone didn't do enough research.
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"Yep!" The Cheetah popped the p and gave a big nod. "So while I stay all warm and nice, you shed. You didn't know??"
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The Mamba avoids answering, though the answer should be obvious enough. "Weell...!" he starts, trying to think of something smart. "Maybe shedding is cool! I just don't know, since I'm not old enough yet." He sounds more like he's half trying to convince himself instead of just her, though.
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"So when will you be old enough to shed? I'd like to see that!"
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"I--I don't know!" He shrugs. He makes even that look weird. His mouth tightens as a whole and he frowns deeply. "Maybe now! If I try, maybe it can start now. I can, like--"
His right hand is traveling up, towards his face--specifically, towards the scales that sprouted there earlier. His hand tightens around the scale. And he pulls.
The scale does not come out. Actually, when his hand falls, his hand is all bloody by the fingers.
The narrator thinks that maybe he doesn't know why he usually wears gloves.
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"I think you're supposed to scrape it off, not pull it?"
Did the Cheetah forget that the Mamba is not actually a snake?
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The Mamba tries and gets even more blood on his hands from the scraping motion. Well, obviously he doesn't remember that he's not actually a snake, either; if he did, he clearly wouldn't have even brought it up. Or would he? Actually, he probably would. He's like that. It's not a good quality to have, really.
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The Cheetah looked very close to sighing. "Maybe we will have to wait some time before seeing the shedding..."
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"Yeah," he agrees with an equivalent sigh, putting his hands down, which drip blood. "Too bad."
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"How long will we have to wait?" she asked.
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"I dunno! A looong time," he answers, with yet another sigh. He mutters a small "boohoo" under his breath.
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"Aw..."
She cast a glance at the cotton on her arm, ignoring it afterwards. "I can't wait for a long long time without my mask." The Cheetah pinched her own cheek.
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"I dunno..." He moves over to her, surprisingly swiftly, and pinches her cheek.
"You seem pretty elastic to me," he concludes, moving away before she can slap him for how hard he pinched her just now. Unintentionally, by the way.
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The Cheetah yelped, and it's a good thing that the Mamba stepped back because she immediately tried to slap him.
"Why!?" she hissed while rubbing her cheek.
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"Why what?" he asks, swatting at the air as if mimicking her. And he is, of course, since he doesn't know what he did wrong. "Why we're elastic? I read that we all actually have pig skin. Like, our skin is made of pig!" he exclaims, somehow out of breath already from excitement. "Isn't that cool?"
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"That's not true!" Cheetah went to try to pinch the Mamba's cheek. "You can put pig skin your skin if you're hurt, but it's not the original!"
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"How do you know? Maybe your sources are lying," he ponders aloud, moving back just enough to mostly dodge her swipe. She's able to graze the surface of his face, though. To be honest, it feels a little grimy. Someone has been eating too much grease or something.
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"Maybe your sources are lying!"
She tries again.
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"My sources would never lie," huffs the Mamba, turning away as if in disappointment and, as such, thwarting her attempt again.
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"How are you so sure about that?" she asked while trying to pinch him yet again.
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"Because I know," the Masked One boasts, walking away from the Cheetahrab.
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The Cheetah now made no attempt to follow him.
"I know you're wrong."
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"But you can be wrong," he points out, twirling around to stare at her, ironically. "Like that time you said that--"
Now he's stuck. He forgot what she said that was wrong, even though he actually does have a few examples (and just as she would have examples for his end as well). His eyebrows float upwards as if trying to escape from the embarrassment that he, of course, is personally unable to feel.
Anyways, he proceeds to act like he already finished the sentence, starting to walk away again. His eyebrows are still trying to get away, though. Go eyebrows.
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And the Cheetah does not mind not hearing the end of that sentence. She turned to the side to stare at the wall as well as anything in her line of sight.
She pressed a thumb against her previously pinched cheek and remembered the costume she was wearing.
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Woo-hoo! A beeline for this year's October 31st! Halloween, here we come!
The Mamba wanders around the room. Actually, this is slightly abnormal for him, since usually he's running around. But now, he's just sauntering around, like he's trying to remember something.
Oh, the A.A. just left the room.
Don't worry, they're not ragequitting.
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((If the A.A. of all people ragequits then I'm afraid to think of what a situation like that would mean xD))
Cheetah's attention on the costume got focused on her ribbon, which she had to tie again. She twisted around (again) to tighten it.
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Remember how the narrator said that the Mamba was being relatively tame for once? Well, it's like the A.A. leaving immediately set off some switch in him, because he's suddenly sprinting. "WHEEE!" he's shouting, flailing his arms around.
Hopefully that wasn't what he was trying to remember.
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The Cheetah had more of her attention on the ribbon, but once it got tied well, she followed the Mamba's movements with her eyes.