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[a_sin_for_him]

"She most certainly would." Lust folds her arms, shooting a look at that demonic little purple cat. She will not stand here and be subjected to these ludicrous accusations. And there's an easy enough way to clear this up.

If Scar can talk to her, he can talk to any of their Pokemon.

"Just ask any of her brothers."

[officerdown]

The feline bastard on Scar's shoulder is starting to sweat.

The cogs are clearly turning behind Dugman's many eyes. The mulletted one and the one with the... less refined undercut are still deeply skeptical, its narrowed eyes pointedly on Lust. The most refined of the three rotating (don't think about the anatomical implications) to glance in the direction of living room, where there is certainly a purple clone curled up on the couch right about now.

Mehitabel is purpuring sweet lies in Scar's ears (which he doesn't even visibly have) when he takes his leave. Moments later, he returns with Jean-Luc.

A cat on each shoulder, the tribunal begins.

Scar prompts the two fluffy beasts with a Dugdug of his own. Jean-Luc bursts into enthusiastic oration, so spirited he nearly tumbles off Scar's shoulder before being rescued and replaced upon his perch. Mehitabel is smug, aloof as the case against her is made. It carries on like this, Dugman emoting his skepticism, his consideration, his shock.

The party of three leaves.

The party returns with an additional member, Berlioz now crammed onto Scar's shoulder beside Jean-Luc.

Berlioz' testimony is just the same.

Mehitabel is a cheater, a liar, a manipulator, and a thief.

Eyeing all three, Scar takes his whiteboard solemnly in hand.

Perhaps they are bullying her

[a_sin_for_him]

"Oh for the love of..."

Lust can't believe this is her current reality. Why is this happening? He honestly couldn't wait until he was back to normal...

She focuses on the Espurr instead.

"Jean-Luc couldn't bully a Cutiefly, and you know it. I understand it's not very fun to realize you've been taken in by a fluffy little conwoman, but it happens to the best of us. I spent years thinking her brothers were the problem until I caught her in the act of framing them."

That had been when the veil fell from her own eyes, and she realized what an adorable little monster she'd ended up with.

"It's in part my fault, I spoiled her terribly."

[officerdown]

Dugman's activated posture takes a turn for the pensive. He doesn't get taken in. It's kind of a whole thing! She of all people should know that! Lust is met with a prolonged moment of tense silence punctuated by three (3) frowns.

It drags.

And it drags.

Dugman peers between the tiny creatures currently perched upon him, then he looks back to Lust.

"Dugdug."

As if she has even a faint clue of what he's talking about. Never mind that, he's on his way back outside to be alone with his thoughts. And, plausibly, to have a long discussion with Mehitabel.