(OOC: A minor time-slip, Tbolt. This post takes place after whatever exchange McClaw and Piotir have at/in his truck.)
Over at Pop's garage, McClaw was hunkered down next to his motorcycle, Sasha (the squirrel) crouched down on the other side. "...you think it's the clutch?" she asked.
"Well, that's what it was the last time it froze like this," replied McClaw. "Only last time I tried to push it and jammed the chain."
"Ol' Gus Coot might have something with all his Army-Navy surplus. If he does, we can put it in for you."
"Sounds appropriate. I got this thing from Uncle Red's surplus and salvage."
Their conversation was cut short when a semi-tractor came to a noisy stop behind the crouching tiger. A large, unkemp boar climbed down from the cab and asked, "Hey, woman, where's Bee-Bee?"
The squirrel stood up and took a defiant stance. "None of your darn buisness, Gus Guthrie. She dumped you long ago, remember?"
"Don't give me no lip, woman." Then, looking down at the kilted tiger, he said, "Course, mebbie I should talk to you first, sweet thang."
*Lordy, is he going to be in for a shock,* thought McClaw, trying to keep a straight face. Rising as he turned to the boar, he made sure to stretch his digitigrade legs to their full extension, making him within a hair of seven feet tall.
Gus Guthrie was speechless. Not only had he just hit on a male (*Wearing a skirt?*), but said male was feline, fit, and now well above his eye level -- and still rising! When the white tiger finally reached his ful height, he stepped close, making Gus tilt his head back even farther.
Letting his natural growl lay thick across his words, McClaw asked, "Sure, just tell me if the diner can cook me up a nice, thick, juicy -- ham -- steak." Fixing a predatory gaze directly into Guthrie's eyes and coming so close that he was looking almost directly down at the boar, he added (his breath tickling Gus' whiskers), "My doctor likes me to get plenty of meat, and I'm so hungry, I could eat it -- rrrrraw."
It was the growling of that last word that put Gus to flight. (Seeing McClaw's vicious dentation didn't help much, either.) Before Sasha could bust out laughing, Gus Guthrie was back in his truck and speeding away.
His voice now all sugary innocence, McClaw quipped, "Gee, he didn't even stop to answer me."
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