Circe's Manor: Re-re-redux!

[AmbushCat]

Eebon: *nods* Just peachy. Gaw.

*Ezekiel is still clinging to the cat-eared maid, purring. Said maid, who is wearing a name tag marked "Drew" around her neck, has the expression of someone who fell into a muddy pit.*

Drew: I'd be just fine if this little brat let go of me! *tries unsuccessfully to push her loose* I just ironed this uniform!

[Circe]

*Dana nods to Eebon, then turns her attention to Drew and Zeke.* Ezekiel, it might be time to get off of her...

[AmbushCat]

Ezekiel: *shakes her head firmly* Needs hugs. Lots!

Eebon: *sighs* Zeke, you're not Chubby Huggs. Let her go. Gaw.

Drew: Just someone get this kid offa me! *still trying to push her off*

[Circe]

They're right, Ezekiel. Drew obviously doesn't want to be hugged right now, so could you please let her go?

[AmbushCat]

*Ezekiel doesn't seem enthralled with the idea, and in fact looks a bit teary-eyed. Rolling her eyes, Eebon assists Drew with prying her hands loose.*

Drew: This kid is nuts! What kind of parents raise their kid to be like that? Sheesh!

Eebon: Eh-heh... *sweatdrops* Um... can we not answer that at the present time? Gaw.

[Circe]

Now Drew, there's no need to be rude... She's just affectionate, is all.

[AmbushCat]

Drew: "Affectionate?" Bah! This kid's just a grimy, huggy little---

*Drew makes the mistake of looking at Ezekiel's face at that point. Her eyes are large and shimmering, filled to the brim with tears that are threatening to spill out, and her lips are quivering slightly. In short, full Cuteness Overload.*

Drew: Wah?! *tries to calm her down* What did I say? What did I say? I didn't say nothing! Don't cry, please don't cry!

[Circe]

Oh my... *Dana shoots Drew a look, then crouches down to comfort Ezekiel.* Don't worry, everything's OK... Drew didn't mean that, did she? *pointed look*

[AmbushCat]

Drew: *frantic* I didn't mean it, Miss Dana, I swear!

Ezekiel: *whines* No hug?

Drew: *still frantic* Just please don't cry, please please please, I hate seeing little kids cry, no no no no!

[Circe]

*Dana nods.* Yeah. Everything's fine, Zeke. It's all fine...

[AmbushCat]

Ezekiel: *voice a high-pitched whimper* No hug?

Drew: *looks first at Eebon, who just stares back, then at Ezekiel* I'm probably gonna die of mortification, but... *growls out a sigh* Fine. Hug away.

*A delighted squeal, and Ezekiel re-glomps her.*

Drew: *eyes bugging out* Air... intake... reduced...!

[Circe]

*Dana chuckles.* Easy there, Zeke... You don't want to hug her too tight.

[AmbushCat]

Ezekiel: Lady needed hug. *loosens up just a little, enough to allow Drew to breathe* Mad.

Eebon: *sweatdrops* Not all people with anger issues need up close affection, Zeke. Gaw.

Drew: *awkwardly pats Ezekiel's shoulders* I have Orange in me, sue me!

[Circe]

Heh... I can't say Eebon's really wrong, though...

[AmbushCat]

Drew: I agree with Shorty and Miss Dana over there, kid. *ignores Eebon's bemused mutter of "Shorty?"* You've got to draw the line at some point.

Ezekiel: ...

Drew: So do you mind letting me go? I'd like to get back to my game---

*In a fit of childishness Ezekiel lets go of her, only to grab Drew's hand and kiss it.*

Drew: *sweatdrops* What was that?