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For a new house across town, the place looks remarkably like the one he just left.

Caesar sits down at the most cluttered desk in the lab, taking one swig of coffee before setting the cup aside. Now, to pick up where he left off yesterday...

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I do. One for each of us.

[Curious now, Cog is going to try to take that bit of egg shell into his mouth...]

*Cesar lets Cog eat the eggshell, and considers his alternate for a long, scrutinizing moment. Will he accept?*

*The corners of his mouth crook upwards, and he stands, fighting a challenging smile.*

Good planning. *He has a hand out, waiting for a bag.*

[Cog is going to have a primary repository full of egg shells, isn't he?

Caesar gives him an eyebrow.]

Oh, who said I was just going to give your bag?

[Caesar grabs his bag in his left hand, reaching in with his right, and the assault begins. Cesar's bag is still at his feet!]

*Primary and secondary repositories? Yes.*

*Cesar's face morphs into one of surprise, before he scrambles for the bag. He takes heavy fire: he can feel the itching sensation of paper scraps and confetti sneaking under his collar already.*

*There's a stumble and a fantastic slide (which he was privately very proud of afterwards), and the bag is in Cesar's hands. Trying to get some distance and not be such a sitting target, he scrambles behind a computer table, and lobs a pair of eggs over its surface at once.*

*Cascarones. A cherished cultural and family ritual throughout the ears? Check. A private way the Salazar kids (And occasionally adopted uncle) would use to have modified 'snowball fights' during the Summer? Also check.*

Edited 2012-05-18 18:46 (UTC)

[Cog goes crazy, letting out barks as he tries to gleefully chase the cascarones shells. Caesar is already laughing at this entire thing, getting Cesar in the back as he retreats. Everything's fair in a war like this, although that he had to admit the slide was particularly impressive.

It seemed this was going to be a success. Maybe, eventually, he'd be able to get the other Cesar out of the lab and into interacting with the others. ... Okay, one step at a time, but there was still hope.

It was then, in his happiness, that he ended up tripping right over Cog as the robot scrambled for the eggs. Caesar flailed and twisted to protect his bag of eggs from touching the ground. Any hit at all would destroy them.

Of course, that left him vulnerable on the floor as he scrambled to get back up while Cog yelped in confusion and fear, but that was a small price to pay for still having ammo.]

Cesar surged around from behind the table, throwing egg after egg at his prone duplicate. There was a pause when a yelping Cog accidentally pranced between the two Salazars, and Cesar cringed when an egg landed solidly against the innocent robo-pet's side. Cog sprang forward with an alarmed bark, robo-tail curling against his legs.

"Sorry, Cog!" Cesar called, rising to sooth the robot. He could just barely see where the dog had retreated to, and Cog peered from behind the chair, ears up and alert. Cesar looked a moment longer--the tip of a metallic tail came into view, no longer tucked defensively away. Those were good signs, weren't they? Cesar had never owned a dog of his own, having lived too mobile a young life and too distracted an adult one, but he thought Cog would be alright. How did one even judge, when the pet in question was a robot cat-dog?

It abruptly came to Cesar's attention he'd wandered and stayed right out in the open, giving his opponent an advantage he couldn't refuse.

"Ah--not the face!" Cesar blurted, scrambling back and bringing his arms up protectively.

The distraction from Cog is exactly what Caesar needed to keep himself from getting even more glittery. Falling over Cog had already caused him to be open to enough attacks he couldn't defend against. Of course, the fact that Cesar was distracted meant that he was also vulnerable.

Caesar decided to let him realize it, first. It'd be more fun at that way. With Cascarones at the ready, Caesar waited.

When Cesar realized his folly and tried to get back to safety, Caesar didn't aim for his face--he aimed for his back. And his hair. Oh, Caesar knew from years of playing this game how hard it was to get everything out.

It was now war. The evil grin across his face said as much.

Caesar got his back. Then his hair, then his collar, then his shoulders, then his back again. Glitter was everywhere, glitter was still flying, and Cesar's fate was sealed: he'd been infected with the herpes of the arts-and-crafts world.

This time Cesar found cover behind a free-standing set of bookshelves. There were gaps between each shelf, but he took cover behind a section that had a lot of tall, obscuring boxes, and tossed a pair of cascarones between a gap. One shell turned out to be confetti, but the other was glitter.

"Running low on cascarones, yet?" Cesar taunted, trying to regain some psychological ground. "When you do, I'll be ready!" He straightened to throw another cascaron, before snatching himself out of the way of a well-thrown retaliation.

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