[ Which is a bit of a disconnect, because it's not a question in regard to his fans. Why this? Why decide he needed a little animal in his life to wake up for? Did this have anything to do with the fight they'd just gone through, with--
With finally and abruptly making it clear where he stood on the issue of his ex-partner. ]
[ It's alright Wash, you'll learn how he communicates one day. Sometimes there are leaps, jumps in the track, but it's all still headed in a very particular direction. ]
[Oh. It's not completely out of left field, but it sure took the long way getting there.]
Because it's good to have something constant in your life. It's good to come home to something that will love you regardless of what you did that day, or ever. Cats are good for that.
[ What? That can't be right. He squints down at the kitten, who has nuzzled her little head into the crook of his neck and is breathing deeply enough to see her little belly rise and fall.
Traitor.
She's a dumb animal. She doesn't know the mistake she's making. After what he's done, he doesn't deserve something caring for him that way. ]
[ There's still trepidation in his face, but it's more concern now than anything else. Lips thinning, he nods towards the cart before tipping his head towards a corner of the room.
Alright. Let's get this set up, while she's still sitting here content. ]
[Wash drags the cart over to the corner of the room and starts unloading it, talking all the while.]
You're probably going to want to keep her confined to a room or two to start - this place is pretty big, and you don't need her hiding somewhere you can't find her. And she will find a tiny little place to hole up in, because that's what cats do. DC managed to get inside one of my socks once - not the drawer; the actual sock - and it took me almost an hour to find him. Then again, DC likes sticking his nose in everything - hopefully yours will be a little calmer.
[ Keep her to confined quarters lest he lose her. That seems reasonable. Though right now she doesn't seem very interested in going much of anywhere. A big, sturdy thing with the comforting sound of a heartbeat and as much warmth as he tends to put off? He was a born cat-rest. ]
I...I don't know.
[ He's never really considered having a pet, much less what he would name them.
Though not letting York help seems sound advice. ]
[ 'Delilah', huh? Biblical name. There's a song too, isn't there? It's a little too delicate -- even if kittens are rather delicate by nature -- and Locus lets a finger trace the long, lazy curve of her spine. ]
[ As though he needs to tell someone who decides to go by their codename, as he does. Names define them. He's not going to give anything a name lightly. ]
No kidding. Why do you think I told you not to let York get involved?
[Wash tends to get hung up on his name only on his worst days. This isn't one of them, so he's a little less worried about things.]
[The last items he pulls off the cart are ones he bought himself: a tiny green harness and leash, matching the accents on Locus' armor. Wash is absolutely of the opinion that any cat can be taught to walk on a leash if you start young enough, and the kitten is plenty young. It can wait until Locus is a bit more settled, and he puts the harness on top of a box of toys.]
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[ Which is a bit of a disconnect, because it's not a question in regard to his fans. Why this? Why decide he needed a little animal in his life to wake up for? Did this have anything to do with the fight they'd just gone through, with--
With finally and abruptly making it clear where he stood on the issue of his ex-partner. ]
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Because that's what fans do?
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[ It's alright Wash, you'll learn how he communicates one day. Sometimes there are leaps, jumps in the track, but it's all still headed in a very particular direction. ]
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Because it's good to have something constant in your life. It's good to come home to something that will love you regardless of what you did that day, or ever. Cats are good for that.
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[ Said in the least convincing tone of voice ever. Of all time. ]
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Yeah, that's what I thought right before I went completely off the rails and lived the worst two years of my life.
Plus, it looks like she already loves you.
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Traitor.
She's a dumb animal. She doesn't know the mistake she's making. After what he's done, he doesn't deserve something caring for him that way. ]
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Congratulations, you've been adopted by a kitten.
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Alright. Let's get this set up, while she's still sitting here content. ]
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[Wash drags the cart over to the corner of the room and starts unloading it, talking all the while.]
You're probably going to want to keep her confined to a room or two to start - this place is pretty big, and you don't need her hiding somewhere you can't find her. And she will find a tiny little place to hole up in, because that's what cats do. DC managed to get inside one of my socks once - not the drawer; the actual sock - and it took me almost an hour to find him. Then again, DC likes sticking his nose in everything - hopefully yours will be a little calmer.
What are you going to name her?
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I...I don't know.
[ He's never really considered having a pet, much less what he would name them.
Though not letting York help seems sound advice. ]
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You'll figure it out. If all else fails, you can still go with Fluffy.
[He gives the kitten a considering look.]
Though she looks like a Delilah to me.
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[ 'Delilah', huh? Biblical name. There's a song too, isn't there? It's a little too delicate -- even if kittens are rather delicate by nature -- and Locus lets a finger trace the long, lazy curve of her spine. ]
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I dunno. She just does.
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[ As though he needs to tell someone who decides to go by their codename, as he does. Names define them. He's not going to give anything a name lightly. ]
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[Wash tends to get hung up on his name only on his worst days. This isn't one of them, so he's a little less worried about things.]
[The last items he pulls off the cart are ones he bought himself: a tiny green harness and leash, matching the accents on Locus' armor. Wash is absolutely of the opinion that any cat can be taught to walk on a leash if you start young enough, and the kitten is plenty young. It can wait until Locus is a bit more settled, and he puts the harness on top of a box of toys.]
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[ Blunt to the last. And speaking of foolish decisions... ]
I had imagined you coming here for very different reasons. After what happened.
[ His expression is very carefully neutral at this point. ]