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[noasark]

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i know you meant minotaur so,

[noasark]

"We've had our ups and downs," is Noa's vague reply, leading the other into the elevator. Button pressed, the manticore settles to sit patiently, making conversation in the meantime.

Good thing Darkwing has made some interesting conversation starters already. "Your daughter is here?" Well now. "Rare... ...Though I do question why she wanted to hide your laptop."

whups, yeah, thanks

[terrorwhatflaps]

"Me. Too." He says through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed as he stares straight ahead at the elevator wall. "Gosalyn's probably trying to keep me from finding out about something she doesn't want to do. Like, I don't know, homework. Or monster charm school. Something ... parental."

[noasark]

Hmmm. The elevator dings- Noa leads him off toward where his office, fairly small considering he runs the place, is. "There's no charm school, but there's certainly school- and homework," he adds, humming. "But they don't often put anything on the network, so I almost wonder if she expects you to react more to the sort of things anyone can post there. A good amount of it requires some...self-judgement in terms of if it's appropriate for someone's eyes."

Which is a round-about way of saying the Network is definitely not child friendly! Even if occasionally someone will point out kids are reading it.

Still. "Hm. We need a good way to hide this from a minotaur though...tricky, given they have natural navigation skills, and I don't know if that would include hiding spots."

[terrorwhatflaps]

"There's a school." He breathes in slowly. "That'd do it. She told me there wasn't, the little darling. But ..."

The thought that Gosalyn was trying to protect him hits like a ton of bricks. He's spent all their time together trying to make her safe. As far as he's concerned, the shoe is not meant to be on the other foot, and his first emotional reaction is anger. Does she not think he, her father, a seasoned hero, can handle himself?

Then again, if she's been seeing so many inappropriate things, she might be afraid he'd find out and put her in trouble for it, so maybe she was trying to protect both of them. He's not sure. The conundrum gets so far into his head that he misses what Noa was saying about navigation skills.

"Huh?"

[noasark]

"Oh did she~?" Alright, he has to smile a bit at that, even if...well, what follows is following. It's pretty clear there's some sort of emotional turmoil going on there, so he patiently waits for Darkwing to snap out of it.

"...Minotaur are navigatory geniuses by default- that might extend to hiding places, so we have to find a good way to make sure you can keep your laptop from disappearing."

[terrorwhatflaps]

"Navigatory geniuses, huh? ... If she finds that out I'll never hear the end of it." Then again, he thought, it would be useful, considering how often his own never-failing sense of direction tended to take the ... let's just say 'scenic route' and be kind to his ego.

"What about a tracking device? Do you have anything like that? If you don't, I know how to whip one up with the right materials."

[noasark]

"Mmm, you could always note that most minotaur have it..." Still.

The door to his office opens- a small thing, more fitting of a general clerk perhaps, somewhat outfitted for a normal cat instead of a manticore. Noa immediately takes his odd seat behind the desk, and gestures for Darkwing to take a seat in one of the somewhat comfortable chairs before it.

"Tracking will do you little good if it's stuck beneath something you can't lift though- and I doubt you've had that particular change yet."

[terrorwhatflaps]

"Yeah but I don't know any other minotaurs," he grumbles, carefully wedging himself into the chair. It's still just a touch small. The size of the office surprises him, and his detective's mind is already starting to spin with conjectures and possible explainations for it.

Unfortunately, that's a more exciting concept than keeping Gosalyn from hiding Laptop 2.0, and his mind is wandering pretty badly. "Changes? Uhhh yeah, about that. What type are you, anyway? I think I might be becoming the same thing..."

[noasark]

"Would you have to?" Really, she can't possibly hold it over him that much can she?

...

Maybe she can. Well. "Mnh? Manticore- on that note, don't worry about the quadrupedal state, that's frankly rare." He has yet to see a single manticore dealing with this beyond himself.

[terrorwhatflaps]

"Quaziwhata?" For a duck with a degree in quantum physics, sometimes he's a little slow. "Oh - yeah, right. Heh heh, good to know. That's what someone said I'm turning into, y'know. Any tips on what to do to deal with it when it happens again? Gos says I'm in for a little more than fur next time."

[noasark]

"Hmmm." Well, he won't correct or clarify anything if the other's figured it out. Hopefully. Maybe?

Oh well. "...Possibly...technically there's a chance you'll only end up with fur over your back and shoulders from here. If you do get much more, just be ready to brush it out. And don't," he warns, "Assume you'll be warmer. Manticore are incredibly weak to the cold. We could practically swim in lava if we wanted."

It's quite nice. Definitely hot, but nice.