and then there were nudies

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WHO: Kyle and Sal
WHERE: Warrior's, upstairs
WHEN: tonight o'clock
WARNINGS: Kyle drew boobs i'm tellinggg
SUMMARY: Sal rummages. Hilarity and interesting levels of awkward comradery ensue.
FORMAT: No




How easy it was to misplace things in such a building. How annoying it was to misplace things in such a building, rather. Salaak wouldn't think to hold himself to blame for losing track of the device, but rather the constant in and out of his fellow Lanterns mixed with his own comings and goings--rare as they were. All the more reason to pin the blame on someone else; he didn't wander about enough to have lost track of a spare communicator.

Even so, none of the usual suspects were available for questioning. That was fine; they would get in the way of his search. Salaak had carefully combed his own living space in the basement twice over before venturing upstairs, hurriedly making for the housing above the bar before too many drunken eyebrows could raise at the sight of that extra pair of arms. Or the Corps uniform--that observation seemed to be more prominent, in his small experience with being spotted. Strange, the things an inebriated human mind fixates on...

Upstairs was...well. Not a comfortable venture. These were his comrades' quarters, and though that fact alone would hardly make him bat an eyelash back at Oa, these were Earth lodgings. The sheer amount of stuff that packed into each was exhausting to just think about. And, in all honesty, Salaak thought very poorly of what he would unearth in Guy's quarters.

He rifled through Iolande's room first, albeit hastily. Salaak had no mind to be confronted with the princess if she were to stumble across him rummaging through her belongings. He was justified, certainly, but she was...

It was just better to get that out of the way.


He was thumbing through folders stacked on Kyle's desk when the paper fluttered to the floor with his fourth hand's passing. He paused, shifting focus and glanced where it had fallen from and down to the floor. Reaching down, he lifted it and turned it over for a brief glance, turning his head t--

Wait.

Salaak gave it a second look, eyebrows raised.

Is that...

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His nightly patrol was about to start in an hour, and Kyle was still running on an empty stomach. Obviously, this had to be rectified immediately, or else his stomach would cave in on itself, which would most likely be loud enough for the entire city to hear.

Maura had always told Kyle to keep change on him in case of emergencies, and he did, usually, but not tonight because he forgot his wallet at home. Guess fast food wouldn't be an option, because by the time he got home to pick up his wallet, he would be dragging himself across the floor due to the lack of energy.

But luckily that wasn't the case when he finally made it to Warrior's, and he proudly, albeit wobbly, walked up the steps on two feet.

When he opened the fridge in the kitchen, there wasn't much to be revealed; some fruit, milk that suspiciously smelled bad, orange juice that probably consisted mostly of Guy's backwash and leftovers. Well, fruit it was, then, since he was too lazy and impatient to stick the leftovers in the microwave for two minutes.

Tossing a lemon up into the air as he strode down the hallway, Kyle retraced his steps of that afternoon in his mind, wondering where he had put his wallet. He sliced the lemon into pieces with a construct of a knife as he searched through the living room (his idea of search was skimming the area with his eyes), only to fail to spot the infuriatingly small piece of leather.

He took a bite of one of the lemon pieces just before he stepped through the threshold of the door, and luckily, his lips reflexively pursed against the sour taste, effectively stopping him from dropping his jaw in horror as he saw Salaak standing inside the room with a less than appropriate sketch (drawn by him, of course) in his hand. Why out of all drawings he had to find, it had to be a nude original Wonder Girl tangled in her lasso and draped over a beach chair.

Swallowing with exaggeration, Kyle flailed his arms, dropping a few of his lemon pieces.

"Salaak!!!" He managed around his mouthful.

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The distracting piece in question was certainly distracting enough to keep Salaak from acknowledging the telltale footsteps of company approaching. In his natural Slyggian form, Salaak was the ultimate poker player with a face that never exuded much more than perpetual annoyance, but in that awkward human frame, Salaak was suddenly a man who wore his heart on his face. His head snapped up and around, eyes big with surprised--a less lemon-filled mirror of Kyle's own look of shock.

"Rayner," he said blankly, as if they had simply just bumped into each other on the street. The situation sank back in rather quickly, though, and his face molded to make that apparent. "Ah--" Hands caught in the cookie jar, as it were. Salaak gave another fleeting glance down at the paper in hand, dropping it as if it were on fire and letting it finish its journey back to the desk on its own.

"I--" he was forced to clear his throat. "I'm looking for the communicator that has gone missing." Certainly not succumbing to...distraction.

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"I... okay, first of all, I have no idea how those got there." Kyle was surprisingly calm, considering the awkward tension situating above them. He swallowed down his stammers and lunged forward to catch the sheet of paper floating down to the desk. He was too late, of course, and his hand smacked over the image of the busty beauty, leaving only one of her feet visible. Casually, he leaned against the desk, giving Salaak a strained smile.

"Second of all. You're not going to find your communicator in my stuff!" His tone was light and anything underlying was open to interpretation.

"Have you checked the laundry basket? Most of the stuff I lose wind up in there."