"The only reason Rorschach would ever bully your dog is if your dog was being a dick," Tracy pointed out, grinning against Cynthia's lips as she kissed him anyway. This displeased the Mighty Lord of the House, Rorschach the Rampart, and the beast flattened it's ears, groaned in the back of his throat and slinked away. Cynthia followed him away from the couch, the cat going one way and his girlfriend going the other. What a weird fucking cat. He'd been dating Cynthia for years and he refused to trust her. Hopefully the dog trusting her would make Rorschach ease up.<br/><br/>Girlfriendless and catless, Tracy sank back into the couch and took another bite of pizza with Anthony Bourdain serenading him from the TV. That man did everything<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>always wanted to do: travel the world and eat good food. It was kind of hilarious - he was a walking stereotype of the tall and lanky nerd, but he was capable of eating so much food that he was sure he was at least 70% responsible for world hunger. Take<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>, hungry African children.<br/><br/>He was just starting to get comfortable again when he heard a loud crack from the other side of the room, coupled with Cynthia's scream and Rorschach's hiss. He jumped, laughing a bit as his heart calmed back down. "Yeah, I can do that," he said, pushing himself up and shuffling down the hall to the few grocery bags he'd left by the coat rack. When he'd gone basic-needs shopping for the house, she'd told him specifically to get a few packs of light bulbs for this exact reason. It was an old house with old circuitry. They'd have to get that looked at before they painted.<br/><br/>Tracy retrieved one of the three eight-packs he'd bought - overkill, sure, but he'd rather have too much than too little - and brought the pack over to the candlesque lamp. "Here," he said, pushing the pack into Cynthia's hands after he'd gotten one out. "Could you hold this for a sec?" He unscrewed the blown bulb, twisting in another in it's place. The bulb lit up with his fingers still on it, and Tracy pulled his hand back quickly to shake the burning sensation from his fingertips before going back to tighten it just a bit.<br/><br/>Satisfied with his intensive labor for the evening, he offered Cynthia the warm blown light bulb. "A job well-done. I could get used to this light bulb changing job. How much does it pay?"