"Hey, don't worry about it. Remember, I told you that you could call me whatever you want, and since we're... ya know... more than friends and all... if that's what you wanna call me, then fine by me!"
"Oh... Okay," Kit-Kat replied to Vega, simply, remembering when they had first met earlier that day. "Yeah... I-" She was instantly shut up by his rubbing of her head. Again, she leaned into the touch, almost nuzzling the top of her head into his hand, and an awkward sound that was an almost-purr escaped her lips. Kagami giggled, her eyes now poking out of her sweatshirt so she could see what was going on around her.
But she couldn't see the man tackle her and everyone else to the ground.
Of course, with her lack of gracefulness, Kit-Kat wound up landing on the hard, carpeted floor without warning, flat on her face. Thankfully, the glasses she wore were undamaged, but she had to hold her nose, curling herself into a little ball. "Um, ow?" she asked rather than said, voice nasally due to her current position, looking at the man that had tackled them. "What was that for? Was that because of them?" she gestured to the axolotl man as she spoke, "'cuz they're here to help us, not hurt us."
"Listen, I need someone to go watch him at his job to make sure he's safe."
"Sorry, buddy," started Kit-Kat, starting to sit up again, "but we kinda have our own problem over here." She gestured to the Harris Hawk's unconscious form on the air hockey table as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"So, uh, mind if I ask how all of this happened?"
Kagami looked over to the ambulance driver, nodding slightly. "Don't mind at all. See, the story really is pretty awkward. We didn't want this!" Again, she gestured to the body, retelling how the man had first appeared, appeared again, been an absolute creep, then was proceeded to be beat up. As she finished, though, she held her arms out in front of her, defensively. "Again, we didn't want anything to go this far. He just wouldn't leave us alone! We were kinda cornered, too, so we couldn't run or anything like that..."
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"Nope," Preston replied, shrugging. When Ash proceeded to walk outside, the human followed suit, not wanting to also be tackled to the ground. "I dunno what to do, now, actually. Should we wait for Zav, or...?" Finding the former idea a good one, he sat on a bench outside, his head in his hands and his elbows propped up onto his knees. "Yeah, let's do that. Maybe we could all get a pizza or something."