It is currently 18:59 Pacific Time on Fri Jun 25 2004. Natalie probably broke Chaney's head when she set aside the toys and suggested a walk. But not a /proper/ walk, oh no - she insisted on doing it on two legs. Off the Dominion Estate, first of all, the gate clunking closed behind them, then south - with a piercing look around first - down the still-busy streets of St. Claire. When the cub lagged Nat cajoled her onward; when she she wanted to stop to smear nose-prints across windows Nat insisted she stop. The pair of them - freaky retarded girl and her keeper - were given a wide berth and nervous glances. Eventually the unfamiliar exercise started Chaney whining, so Nat headed them a block west down Concord, then into a brick building and up some steps. That's when the rat-a-tat-tat came on the door of 2D. Chaney is all sweaty, too, and panting heavily, her unkempt auburn hair hanging in stringy tangles all in her face and down most of her back. As soon as Natalie stops to knock on the door, the cub sits down, thump. It takes a moment before the door is answered, a cautious feminie voice going, "Who is it?" as most of the locks are opened. "I could say, 'It's the plumber, I've come to fix the sink'," comes the Galliard's voice, "But you wouldn't believe me. It's Chaney and me, and I think she'd /really/ like some water." "...Stand up," she encourages the cub in a lower voice. "We're almost there, and then you can sit down in a chair." Emily opens the door immediately, smiling at the pair of them. Sure, the smile is a little strained but she seems to be fine at the moment. "I'll go get a glass. Has she used one before?" Her voice trails off as she disappears down the hallway and after a moment the sound of water can be heard. When seen next, the Kin is holding a glass of water. "Uh!" chirps the lupus cub happily, seeing the door open and feeling the cool air conditioning. She hops to her feet and makes for the door into the apartment. "Uh uh ah!" "As she says," Nat agrees, coming into the apartment behind her and shutting the door, then snapping the locks closed. Safety, security, etcetera. "But I couldn't've said it nearly as well. I'm sorry to barge in on you like this, but... well. Chaney's brain was beginning to fry, so I suggested a walk. I didn't really plan on going this far, though." "Its all right, I don't mind. I've been losing it from boredom most of the day anyway. Marcus visited in the morning but I've mostly been by myself." Emily holds the glass out carefully to Chaney. Her hand only shakes a little bit, aren't you proud? Chaney, in her loose pink sweaty cotten, starts to go right past Emily, then stops, stares at her for a moment, then leans over to sniff at the glass. Then she tries to poke her nose and tongue into it... without actually taking it from the kin's hands. Natalie turns in time to see this; she doesn't bother to muffle a grin as she scratches her own equally sweaty hair. "Um... maybe a bowl? Here, Chaney, stop a minute. Let me show you." One and a half steps bring her to the others and she takes the glass from the kin's barely shaking hands. Emily eeks softly and makes a little screamy sort of noise. She actually drops the glass in surprise, the glass falling to the floor and shattering. "Shit, Natalie, I'm sorry!" She darts into the boxy little kitchen, searching for a broom. "But she needs to start using glasses just like a person would." Chaney jumps back, baring her teeth briefly, though she seems more startled than angry. "Uh-ah," she tells the kin, backing away. "Uh-ah is right," Emily mutters as she continues looking. Natalie obviously she wasn't expecting Emily to scream, leap, -or- drop the glass, but her reaction's a hair more controlled. "Cripes, Emily!" She turns, pointing toward the closet. "It's in there. Here - let me clean up. Chaney, go sit on the couch. The couch, Chaney." Chaney fidgets, ignoring Natalie for the moment. The wet shards of glass catch her attention and she squats down, reaching for the nearest. Emily has already managed to get her hands on the broom and starts to sweep up the bits of glass. "She's almost as bad as Josh when it comes to my reaction to her." Its a touch apologetic but more explanatory. "Chaney-NO!" she says, almost an automatic reaction as the lupus reaches for glass. "Ouch!" Natalie dances in place for a moment before managing to get out of the way. "Chaney, that will bite you. Like my knife, remember?" That's all the warning she's going to give, though. "Come on, Chaney, leave the glass alone. Let's go sit on the couch." Chaney jerks her hand back at the shout and, still squatting, turns toward Emily with a bared-teeth grimace. After only a moment, though, she's distracted by Natalie and lets the Galliard coax her onto the couch, whereupon the lupus stretches out to her full length and looks sulky. Emily's hands are a little trembly as she starts to sweep up the glass. Yes, she is muttering to herself. No, you can't understand it because she also sounds a bit sulky. "Make her use a glass, Natalie. If she's in homid, she needs to function that way." The woman sounds...grumpy. Natalie snorts at them both. From where she's standing in the living room she can eye them both, and she doesn't look particularly pleased with either of them. "I said I'd clean that up, Emily. Glass isn't going to bother me like it will you. I... damn. I shouldn't've brought her, but we needed a place to stop." Chaney squirms, rolling herself over onto her back and further claiming the Couch as Hers by virtue of taking up all its space. Any Great Dane would be proud. "Good lord, a cut on the finger isn't going to kill me." Good thing because Emily's managed to do just that, cussing under her breath and sucking on her index finger. "I'm not a porcelain doll," she says around the index finger. The dustpan full of glass gets thrown away and, still sucking, fills a bowl with water. "Here," she states, holding it out to Natalie. Natalie, already stressed, bares her teeth at Emily before remembering herself. "...Sorry. Damn. Um... here." She takes the bowl and strides past Emily to the cupboards, where long familiarity quickly finds her a glass. Bowl's contents are unceremoniously dumped within. "Chaney... /sit up/." Bark bark, says the Elder. Chaney has a flash of rebelliousness and makes a whining, "Aaauuh," sound, not moving otherwise. Emily had literally jumped backwards at Natalie's display of temper. When the Galliard turns away, she gives her a Look before inspecting the cut on her finger. Then she glances up to watch the exchange. Should prove interesting. This apartment is far too small for two Garou and a kin. It's especially far too small if one of thems is a ticked-off Galliard. *Splash!* the water goes flying onto Chaney's outstretched form, Nat herself following up immediately with a stride that takes her to the foot of the couch. An implacable hand grabs one of Chaney's feet and she all but throws it off the couch with a repeated, "SIT. UP." Chaney lets out a yelp at the water and is starting to scramble off the couch entirely when Natalie grabs her foot and does horrible violent throwing motions to it. By the look on her face, you'd think the Galliard had eaten her talky frog in front of her, and she flees the couch, heading for the bed. Or, to be more specific, heading for _under_ the bed. "Damn it. Are we going to be able to get her out?" Emily is -very- cranky today. Apparently being pent up with nothing to do is not good for the woman. "/I'll/ get her out," Nat promises at a growl. She doesn't do it immediately but returns the glass to the counter first. "Emily, if you want to go for a walk..." It's not precisely an order. (And as such, can probably be safely ignored.) Chaney disappears under the bed. Even her feet. She crawls all the way to the far end and curls up as much as she can while still in human form. "And go where, Natalie?" Emily sounds a bit exasperated. "That Dirk guy watches here too, y'know." So she doesn't move. Natalie growls under her breath at the damnable logic. "Just... fine. Just stay here, then. Chaney." She's back to barking. "Get out from under the bed. -Now-. Or I'll take away your toys." "Aaaa-uhhhh," comes the whining response from under the bed. Settling by the edge of the couch, there's something about Emily's face that says she's halfway amused by the Galliard's struggle. Mean ole vindictive Kin. Natalie's voice is implacable, but Emily could see her fists beginning to ball. "Good bye, Little Leap." She pauses for a pair of heartbeats. "Goodbye, firetruck." Another pause. From under the bed, Chaney whimpers, then comes crawling out, looking bedraggled (what else is new) and dusty. She hunkers down small at Natalie's feet. Emily grunts faintly to herself at that, a thoughtful look on her face. "That's one way to handle things." Natalie waits a moment longer, then crouches down to rub the girl's filthy shoulders. "All right. That's good, Chaney. You'll get them back." Chaney presses her face against Natalie's legs and utters a muffled whine. "Want me to get anything? There's a small bag of toys in the closet that I picked up. A few stuffed animals, for example." Emily doesn't move yet until things are cleared by Natalie. Natalie repeats, "You'll get them back. Not today, though, because you were bad." Chaney's shoulders get one last rub, then she defrosts a bit. "Now - can you stand up and drink out of a glass?" She glances over to Emily and shakes her head 'no'. "Aaah," replies the cub in a small voice. Then she stands up -- mostly -- and tries to lick Natalie's face. Emily just shrugs and sits down at the edge of the couch, watching carefully. Natalie says "/That's/ my good Chaney." Now it's -all- better. "Come on now, you stand here and talk to Emily while I get you a glass of water." She shuffle-turns the cub to face the kin, then leaves her side to go back to the cupboard for glass number two. "You stay there, Chaney." Oh dear lord. Emily gives Chaney a slightly awkward smile and tries, "Hi Chaney." She waits and adds, for good measure, "How're you doing?" Chaney understands 'stay' and stands there in one place, hunched and slouched, arms hanging uselessly. She stares blankly and rather directly at the kinswoman and then, after a beat, says, "Uh ah ah." While they're 'chatting' Nat fills the glass at the sink, quenching her own thirst before refilling the glass half-way. "Well, that's better than nothing." Emily nods agreeably, giving Chaney an encouraging look. "Very good, Chaney! So did you like your walk?" Chaney cocks her head to one side, still staring at Emily. "Uh ah aah," she replies, using some random inflection. "UH aaah aaah aaah uh uh uhhh." Natalie snorts more to herself than anything, and tugs at the arm of Chaney's shirt. "Here's your glass, Chaney. Hold it with both hands now. Both hands, Chaney." She places it firmly in - or at - the girl's hand, then reaches to wrap the other one around the glass as well. Hehing to herself softly, Emily watches Chaney carefully. "Hopefully it won't be too bad a mess." Chaney glances at Natalie and lets the older Garou wrap her hands around the glass; and when released she continues to hold it. She thinks for a moment, then brings it up to her face and sticks her tongue in, trying to lap up the water. Alas, the glass is half-empty. Or half-full, depending on your view, and Chaney's tongue isn't that long. "You need to tilt the glass Like this," Nat explains, one hand 'helping' Chaney with the glass while with the other she prevents her from moving or tilting back. Emily grimaces at that, clearly worries that this is it--more water all over the place. She absently sucks at her index finger again, the wound probably still bleeding a bit. Chaney, of course, manages to spill water over her chin and the front of her shirt. A little bit manages to fall over her out-stuck tongue, though, and is lapped up. Natalie says "Gah... that's enough." After a minute of slurping and sloshing she pulls the glass away, reaching behind her to deposit it on the counter. That's one good thing about dinky apartments, anyway. "All right, Chaney, back home. Thanks for... having us, Emily. Sorry about the mess earlier." Chaney runs her tongue over her lips, licking up excess water. Then she pulls up her shirt and sucks at the wet spot. Emily just sucks on her finger and shakes her head slightly. "I'll finish the cleanup when you guys are gone. Gives me something to do." Yes, the Kin does indeed sound disgruntled, why do you ask? Natalie wouldn't ask. Wouldn't notice, unless she got hit on the head with it. "I'd bring you back with us, except with the moon getting bigger that's a stupid thing to do. Oh - I went out to see Olga this morning, and told her she had until tomorrow noon to figure out what she's doing with Dirk. Otherwise we'd take care of things. So hopefully in a day or two we can stop all this damn sneaking around." Obviously it's beginning to rankle. Chaney, oblivious, continues sucking on her shirt for a bit before letting it drop. She spies a gleam on the floor and squats down to retrieve a missed shard of glass. "Marcus' papers should be here, I'd think." Emily crosses her arms over her chest. "Chaney, no!" Its not a shout but its firm, like what'd you use. "She's going to cut herself, Natalie." Natalie only shrugs and tugs at the girl's arm. "So she cuts herself. So what? She's in homid, Emily, so she'll heal. Plus then maybe she'll listen when I tell her it bites." "I am never going to get used to this." Emily mutters it to herself, sounding exasperated. "Its second nature for you, Natalie," she continues in a louder voice, "but its new for me." And bite it does. Chaney lets out a yelp on cue and drops the glass. The tiny injury is gone, though, almost before the lupus can lick the blood from it. [Natalie soon after this takes Chaney home and puts her in her room for the night.]