Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 15:50:31 GMT -8
"It's never a good day to be a snail, all that slime? No thanks. Escargot?"
"You were never in the pools on Etimon," he asked Bruce, then grinned. "Sometimes slime can be...good."
“Oh! It’s that…uhh…uh…snail....dish. Why…?”
He had always prided himself of his memory, but after everything he had been through, things were slipping through holes in his mind that hadn't been there before, so he didn't fault her for her lag in recognizing the name. "Just curious." It had been an oblique tangent to the conversation and the three of them stood there in silence for a few seconds. Hunter watched the cat drink and drink and drink before the science officer pulled the bowl away. "Too much too soon can be just as bad as dehydration," he said to the feline. "But they'll get you some food on the cargo ship." His hand stroked the striped orange back and the cat raised its back end as his fingers neared the tail. Having never owned a cat before, Hunter raised an eyebrow, not sure if it was a normal reaction or not. Ever the scientist, he repeated the motion, watching the cat's butt rise again, and this time the action was accompanied by a purr.
"Interesting," he muttered, as his hand reached over to do it again. The cat turned around and headbutted Hunter's hand. Could a cat be a good replacement in his life for his absent child and...whatever it was Emmarie was to him? Sure, he could scratch several itches himself or with cute engineers who had full pink lips, but the absence of his son, so soon after bonding with him, was a hole that nothing in the universe could fill. Least of all a cat. "Alright," he said as he scooped the cat up unceremoniously under the chest, "Enough of this. Let's get you to that cargo ship." He paused and looked at Tegan. "Unless you want him. You can call him Tigger, then you'll be Tigger and Tegan."
Tag @brucesplint, Ensign Tegan Mast
"You were never in the pools on Etimon," he asked Bruce, then grinned. "Sometimes slime can be...good."
“Oh! It’s that…uhh…uh…snail....dish. Why…?”
He had always prided himself of his memory, but after everything he had been through, things were slipping through holes in his mind that hadn't been there before, so he didn't fault her for her lag in recognizing the name. "Just curious." It had been an oblique tangent to the conversation and the three of them stood there in silence for a few seconds. Hunter watched the cat drink and drink and drink before the science officer pulled the bowl away. "Too much too soon can be just as bad as dehydration," he said to the feline. "But they'll get you some food on the cargo ship." His hand stroked the striped orange back and the cat raised its back end as his fingers neared the tail. Having never owned a cat before, Hunter raised an eyebrow, not sure if it was a normal reaction or not. Ever the scientist, he repeated the motion, watching the cat's butt rise again, and this time the action was accompanied by a purr.
"Interesting," he muttered, as his hand reached over to do it again. The cat turned around and headbutted Hunter's hand. Could a cat be a good replacement in his life for his absent child and...whatever it was Emmarie was to him? Sure, he could scratch several itches himself or with cute engineers who had full pink lips, but the absence of his son, so soon after bonding with him, was a hole that nothing in the universe could fill. Least of all a cat. "Alright," he said as he scooped the cat up unceremoniously under the chest, "Enough of this. Let's get you to that cargo ship." He paused and looked at Tegan. "Unless you want him. You can call him Tigger, then you'll be Tigger and Tegan."
Tag @brucesplint, Ensign Tegan Mast