COMPOSURE - (It’s a widow move. My husband just died in a tragic accident so I’m going to make tea to occupy my hands.)
The water pump is outside. It’s not far from the cabin but he’s been moving things back and forth from the Dyster house, so he reaches for his key first. Then he checks the canister he went out to fill this morning. There’s enough for two cups of tea, so he fills the kettle.
“Uh no, she was Abigail’s. Her dad found her. Will Tarkin. I think the name is a joke.”
Mouse creeps forward to sniff in Reira's direction and beep up at her. She sounds like an off key rodent. Or like a stuffed animal with a bad voice box.
“…he was really into hunting.”
Not unlike Abigail's other biological dad but luckily very unlike him in all the other ways that mattered. Harry puts the kettle on the stove and pokes at the wood logs below. They crackle pleasantly. The smell of smoke is mild, the whole thing properly ventilated by the meticulous care put into its installation. He wants to curl up in front of it, like a big bear.
“Actually Abigail told me- they met the same day he found her with parasites in Kulen? So when he was talking to her he had a little kitten in his pocket the whole time.”
"Yeah?" she asks, stooping down so that Mouse can sniff her hand. She's careful not to move too fast- she doesn't want to spook a kitty. "Those kinds of names are the best names- I bet she catches lots of stuff then," she says with a grin.
She doesn't move from her spot until Mouse has had her sniffs, but from there she'll stand to go watch as the kettle is set up. It's a very cozy thing, she thinks. She really likes this cabin, she's decided.
"In the pocket..? Oh..!" The fiber optics of Reira's hair turn a multitude of colors- and her voice is soft, even if she's smiling. "...That's how we got Sazha, y'know? ...It was back when I was really little. We had...mn. Not the same as the one here, but there was someone I used to call 'Red Star'- he came back to the house we were at, and his pocket started meowing..."
She almost said Bucky. Almost. But she doesn't want to make things awkward or weird for the other because of something a double did.
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The water pump is outside. It’s not far from the cabin but he’s been moving things back and forth from the Dyster house, so he reaches for his key first. Then he checks the canister he went out to fill this morning. There’s enough for two cups of tea, so he fills the kettle.
“Uh no, she was Abigail’s. Her dad found her. Will Tarkin. I think the name is a joke.”
Mouse creeps forward to sniff in Reira's direction and beep up at her. She sounds like an off key rodent. Or like a stuffed animal with a bad voice box.
“…he was really into hunting.”
Not unlike Abigail's other biological dad but luckily very unlike him in all the other ways that mattered. Harry puts the kettle on the stove and pokes at the wood logs below. They crackle pleasantly. The smell of smoke is mild, the whole thing properly ventilated by the meticulous care put into its installation. He wants to curl up in front of it, like a big bear.
“Actually Abigail told me- they met the same day he found her with parasites in Kulen? So when he was talking to her he had a little kitten in his pocket the whole time.”
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She doesn't move from her spot until Mouse has had her sniffs, but from there she'll stand to go watch as the kettle is set up. It's a very cozy thing, she thinks. She really likes this cabin, she's decided.
"In the pocket..? Oh..!" The fiber optics of Reira's hair turn a multitude of colors- and her voice is soft, even if she's smiling. "...That's how we got Sazha, y'know? ...It was back when I was really little. We had...mn. Not the same as the one here, but there was someone I used to call 'Red Star'- he came back to the house we were at, and his pocket started meowing..."
She almost said Bucky. Almost. But she doesn't want to make things awkward or weird for the other because of something a double did.