"Do you even know how to use one?..."

A catty grin curved her features and she hefted a bolt cutter that require both hands into the air. "Why, of course if do." She snapped the tool shut with a sharp click, then went about measuring to make sure it wasn't to big. "This one seems to be a good fit." She muttered. She blinked, smiling pleasantly at Maya, and shook her head. "What, a sweet looking thing like you? I bet jail is the farthest thing from that guys mind right now."

Settling the cutters at her side, she rummaged though a nearby shelf, spying a few interesting contraptions of a particularly sparkly nature, then turned her attention back to the task at hand. She dropped the clunky Sawzall she had picked up, and started towards the register. "Come along little doggy, hiding behind shelves won't spare you any embarrassment when I'm involved." She cooed, pointing a merry wink Maya's way as the girl followed her.

She made it to the counter and set her clippers down. The man, who was probably in his early forties, set aside his magazine and blinked at the bolt cutters, then over at Maya and her set of nice shiny handcuffs. He scratched at his blading head under a baseball cap, and Megan cleared her throat. "We, uh, tend to get a little carried away." She muttered, forcing a light blush to creep over her cheeks. The twenty three year old threw an arm casually over Maya's shoulders and tugged the girl in for a one armed hug as the man coughed into a fist and rang them up.

Maya didn't have to fake the blush. Her face that had been pale a moment before, the sound of a nasty click echoing through her thoughts, but as soon as she realized what Charlott was up to, she blushed to a deep shade of crimson.
Fortunately, the clerk chalked that up to her embarrassment over... whatever he thought she'd been doing with the spider girl.
Maya was very very grateful she was not a telepath in that moment.

As soon as they were out of the store, she ducked out from under Charlotte's arm.
"'Get a little carried away?'" she shook her head in disbelief, but the corner of her lips was twitching upwards "Ya're intent on ruinin' my reputation, aren't you..."
Not like there was much to ruin.

Maya chuckled. "Let's hope he's not too bright. Otherwise he'd start thinkin' how I put on a t-shirt with handcuffs on..."

With her newest, most cherished toy under her arm, Megan exited the store feeling refreshed and full of life. And giggles. Don't forget the giggles.

Maya ducked out from under her arm, and the twenty three year old pulled a childlike pout. It was quickly over taken by a smirk though, as she sidled up to her scooter and firmly attached her toy to the side of the vehicle with a little help from some sticky silk. "Pshaw, reputations are born to be destroyed."

"Let's hope he's not too bright. Otherwise he'd start thinkin' how I put on a t-shirt with handcuffs on..."

Plopping herself back down on her scooter, she poked at the spider on her helmet. "It's actually not as hard as it sounds... see, first you have to..." She paused, and blinked, turning her eyes to Maya. "uh... Never mind. Hop on. I'll drive slower this time so you don't lose your dinner on my back."

>>"It's actually not as hard as it sounds... see, first you have to..."

Maya arched an eyebrow at the spider girl. Yeeeeah, right. As if it was surprising she knew a trick like that. Handcuffs and all. Maya was pretty sure it was impossible, then again, when it came to... cuffs, and sild threads, she was quite inexperienced...
And she hoped to remain so.

>>"Hop on. I'll drive slower this time so you don't lose your dinner on my back."

"I appreciate that" she smirked, getting back onto the scooter and hooking her arms around her waist once again. "Ya really enjoy paradin' on the road with a gal in cuffs, don't you..."

With some help, the cuffs would come off soon. They had the tools now, they just needed a place to experiment in peace.
...
Dammit, Maya. That didn' come out right...

"Oh, you have nooooo idea." With her own smirk, she kicked away the kickstand, switched on the engine, and pulled away from the parking lot slowly.

True to her words, she made her way back peacefully... though every yellow light, cross walk, turning car, and stopped traffic-with-an-oh-so-convenient-bike-lane-RIGHT-THERE, made her eye twitch ever so slightly. There were just to many easy ways to cut the stress out of driving, and by the time she pulled back up to the mansion gate, her birdy flipping fingers were itching quite bad. Especially the one with the smiley face on it. After dismounting and rolling her scooter back into its hiding spot, she tore the silk wrapping from the bolt cutter and settled the tool across her shoulders.

The trip back into the mansion was quick as well. Doors, stairs, and a few curious students passed by without so much as a blink from the spider queen. She was on a mission! A mission that was much more important than stopping to fill her ego tank. Of course, that didn't stop her from winking at any on lookers. She stopped one outside Gawain/Maya's door, and waited patiently, quietly clacking the bolt cutters open and closed. No, she wasn't trigger happy. Not at all.

"Ready to become a free woman, Maya?" On went the grin, as well as the innocent twinkle-in-eye.

Maya gave up on hiding the cuffs a long time ago. Due to her promise, Charlotte made the return trip a lot less crazy for her convenience, so by the time they got back to the Mansion, the mirrorwalker had nothing to worry about, save the removing of the cuffs itself.
And worry she did.

>>"Ready to become a free woman, Maya?"

Maya rolled her eyes and opened her door, dragging the spider girl inside before someone would see her clicking the boltcutter. She'd have to deal with the consequences of her arrest sooner or later when Sam found out... but not yet, thank you very much.

As she kicked the door closed behind them, a different noise could be heard: high-pitched whining from the direction of the bathroom. Maya's eyes widened.
"Oh sh*t."

The opening of the bathroom door revealed a puppy with comically huge paws and ears turned inside out, sitting in the middle of a huge mess created from shredded towels and chewed-on shampoo bottles. The pup scratched her ear with a hind leg innocently, and wagged her tail.
Maya's face fell.

"You gotta be kiddin' me."

Sidling into the room, she watched curiously as Maya wade her way to the bathroom where the whining was coming from. Her mind was jumping to all sorts of delicious conclusions, and when the puppy was finally shown, they all feel horribly, horribly short. It was a puppy... A cute, slobbering puppy. A scowl quickly over took her features. Megan Hated dogs.... Most of them, anyway. "That doesn't look like kidding to me."

The look on Maya's face was priceless, it made up for the fact that a mongrel had defiled her fun. "Oh look, it seems he made himself a bed.... and some chew toys. I wonder where he left you a nice little stinky present."

Settling the cutters at her side, she tapped the tips on her ankle and glared at the wee pup. It seemed young, carefree. And also appeared to like shampoo as a treat. She wrinkled her nose, and plopped down onto his bed, dropping her toy in her lap.

"Well, shall we?" With a grin, she patted the space beside her.

Maya frowned and picked up the puppy, who did her special trick of hanging in mid-air, looking absolutely adorable. She was good at that.

"She's a she" Maya muttered "Her name's Angua."

Angua wagged her tail, making happy noises at Maya and Charlotte. The mirrorwalker set her down, and she ran around the room.

"I got her a chew toy. I wonder where she... oh, there it is."

Angua appeared from under a bed with a sizeable sqeaky spider, and settled down to chew. Maya walked over to the bed, mess in the bathroom momentarily forgotten as she looked at the bolt cutter once again.

"All right, let's get this over with..." she sighed, holding out her wrists to the spider lady.

She's a she. Peachy. Megan thought, her lips twitching ever so slightly at the limp-dog. Okay, so maybe it was a little more cute than the regular ones. That usually wore off with age. She watched though half lidded, unimpressed eyes as the pup scampered around the room, and disappeared under the bed. She instinctively pulled her feet up, out of the way of little- or big in this case- scratching paws, or gnawing teeth. "My parents had a dog once." She muttered, eyeballing the edge of the bed as if the canine was going to pop out and drag her under like a boogie man. "It didn't last long. A bear at it." More than a little cheerfulness creeped into her voice at the wrong time, and her non to friendly opinion of dogs could be easily spotted by searching ears.

When the beast reappeared out from under the bed with a silly spider look alike in her mouth, one that was grossly over sized, all she could do was frown and squint menacingly. Maybe if i concentrate hard enough, it will burst into flames... Her thoughts went unanswered, and Maya sat next to her on the bed, wrists extended. "When did you get the-... Angua...?" She asked, curving her lips sweetly around the name. She lifted the bolt cutters from her lap, clamped a link between the blades, and pushed on both handles until it sank clean though one side of the metal chain. The next link was cut just as quickly, and Megan smiled. A nice, polite smile.

"Would you like me to cut off the-" The god yipped, dropping the squeaky spider at Maya's feet, and dropped its front half to the floor playfully, while its bum and wagging tail remained straight up in the air. Megan didn't miss a beat, and simply continued. "-cuff part as well? Or would you like to keep them on as a new jewelry trend. I'd call it 'fugitive chic'."

>>"When did you get the-... Angua...?"

"Few days ago" Maya answered, watching Charlott cut the chain. It was the kind of 'talk to me' thing people do when they are awake during a minor surgery... "Rescued her from a shelter. 'twas a moment of insanity..." she smirked "You don' like dogs, do you."

>>"Would you like me to cut off the cuff part as well? Or would you like to keep them on as a new jewelry trend. I'd call it 'fugitive chic'."

Maya stretched, glad she could move her arms freely, then held her wrists out to her again. "Yes please. I don' like wearing bling. Especially on Gawain days."

Angua pawed at the edge of the bed, and when she didn't get the desired attention, the picked the chewspider up and dropped it on Charlotte's lap. Maya grinned.

"See? She likes you."

"Ah, well at least she isn't one of those pure bred mutts." Wrinkling her nose, she clamped her clippers down on one of the cuffs, and snipped it clean though with one good push. The smirk that accompanied the question, or rather statement, about liking dogs and such caused her to smirk right back. "What's not to love? They slobber, pee on things, chew up bathrooms and yap throughout the night. They're Adorable, so long as they are someone Else's problem."

She waited for Maya to flex her arms, staring point blank at the pup scampering about the room. She wondered how well it would fair with a real spider clamped between those baby teeth. Fangs, venom and all.

"Yes please. I don' like wearing bling. Especially on Gawain days."

"Suit yourself. I hope you realize you're losing a good deal of possible fans though." With a dramatic sigh, she clipped the other cuff on both sides, watching as it fell to join the other. Maya's wrists were free, Megan's debt was no longer owed. She grinned, picking up a piece of the dismantled cuff as she set the clippers aside, and turned it this way and that in the light. Brownie point to the coppers for having such shiny equipment. Then, something was whining again, and a squeaky spider was dropped in her lap. The twenty three year old scowled, and tossed the cuff piece aside to pick up the drool covered spider by a leg.

With minimal effort, she tossed it across the room. "Shoo fly, don't bother me." Her gaze shifted back to Maya, and she smiled cheekily. "I hope all of our meetings are this much fun. Maybe next time I will get to buy a blow torch and break you out of prison."

>>"What's not to love? They slobber, pee on things, chew up bathrooms and yap throughout the night. They're Adorable, so long as they are someone Else's problem."

"Yeah, I know. It's not like they put up sticky webs everywhere and leave footprints on the soap."

Maya rubbed her wrists; they were still bruised and sore from all the struggling with the cuffs. She chuckled as she watched the pup prance around - even though the thought of cleaning up the mess in the bathroom was not a pleasant one, she still had to admit, she didn't regret bringing Angua home.

>>"I hope all of our meetings are this much fun. Maybe next time I will get to buy a blow torch and break you out of prison."

The mirrorwalker smirked. "Gosh I hope there won't be a next time. With the police, I mean. I'm in for some serious *ss-kicking from my girlfriend and my mentor already..."

Angua returned with the spider, and flung it up onto Charlotte's lap once again, bouncing around with her tongue hanging out. The lady had tossed her the sqeaky thing once. She must do it again.

A mischievous twinkle sprouted in Megan's eyes, and she turned a sly smile Maya's way. "Oooh... you have a girlfriend? She doesn't mind the whole werewoman PMS trip?"

Her eyes left the girl, darting about in search of a picture of the girl, until the spider was once again returned to her lap. She blinked, momentarily unsure as of what to do, then bared her teeth and picked the bolt cutters up again. With one little snip, the spider lost its head- which rolled from Megan's lap and bounced across the floor. The pup took that as a throw, and went bolting after it. While it turned, jumped, trotted, and growled at the severed spider head, Megan picked up the body and set her clippers aside again.

"I'd suggest you start throwing, because eventually this toy will run out of things to cut off." She stated blankly, handing the toy to maya while watching the little beast as it tossed the spider head into the air and caught it again. Reason one why she could never own a dog: They tended to steal the spotlight. Reason two, was because her roommate would eat it, and she was completely against having to clean up the resulting mess....

>>"Oooh... you have a girlfriend? She doesn't mind the whole werewoman PMS trip?"

Maya smiled, a bit softer this time. Twyla was away on vacation, and she missed her. A few moments later she returned to reality, and shook her head.
"Nah she doesn't mind" she smiled. For a split second she wondered if it was a good thing to tell something like that to Charlotte.
Probably not.

>>"I'd suggest you start throwing, because eventually this toy will run out of things to cut off."

Maya watched as Charlotte mutilated the sqeaky toy, and didn't at all feel surprised. She took the spider body by a leg, and waited for Angua to get bored of rolling the head around on the floor.

"I'll probably have to take her outside for a walk." she muttered, then turned back to the spider girl "Thanks for your help, I guess we're even. Until one of us gets into trouble again, that is." she smirked

"Nah she doesn't mind"

While she wanted to smile and spout off a bunch of negative things about relationships, she decided to hold her tongue. It was much more fun to watch people learn life lessons on their own, rather than fill them up with things they wouldn't understand. Besides, most people had soft spots on their hearts still. They didn't share her viewpoint on the uselessness of romance. "Good for you." She states simply, and rather blandly.

A walk was mentioned, and her eyes dropped again to the useless, food consuming mongrel in front of them. It was scratching at its own ear again, head tilted to the side, tongue lolling. The cute was too much, her skin was going to start crawling....

"Thanks for your help, I guess we're even. Until one of us gets into trouble again, that is."

She blinked, slipping icy eyes her way. A thank you?... Boy, this kid was relaxed. Maybe her driving had knocked something loose... She snatched up her bolt cutters and stood, tapping the front of one shoe on the floor as she leveled her eyes on the door. "Well, since you are taking your dog for a walk anyway, you can walk me outside. Live up to that Knightly every other day name."

Her grin returned, and she hefted the tool in her hands back onto her shoulders, turning back to shine her smile Maya's way. "Oh, and don't worry about trouble. I tend to keep my nose out of most things, Cookie sales girl aside." She turned back, and headed for the door, stepping clear over a much too playful puppy on her way.