[There's a pause and an audible click before Wash opens his door. Half the ship and the entire anon meme know he's booby-trapped his room because of Reaper; that he has to take a moment to disarm the traps isn't too much of a leap in logic.]
Thanks for coming.
[He opens the door and lets Chief inside. From his position curled up comfortably on the bed, DC yawns widely in greeting.]
[ The Chief steps in and takes a moment to glance around the room as Wash settles the Reaper traps. ]
What did you need?
[ He notices the little gray shape of the cat, and that's where he's looking when Wash finishes. He knew Wash had a cat, but he hasn't had an occasion to meet the animal yet.
He's seen cats before, but not often and not very close. ]
[ He's of the opinion that if Reaper keeps doing this enough to necessitate a regularly-updated collection of different traps, it would be simpler to just take it upstairs and let them deal with it. He doesn't get Wash and Reaper's thing.
[ The Chief wants to continue in his efforts to figure out why Wash is like this and if Reaper's actually a threat or what, but this handily sidetracks him. He cuts his shields and accepts DC uncertainly, shuffling a little to support the kitten's body and legs. He at least has the theory, if not the practice. He's not sure why Wash handed him the cat, but it's happening now. ]
[DC is getting bigger, but he's still a kitten, and he looks even smaller in Chief's hands. That's not about to stop him - this is a New Person and he wants to know Everything! He sniffs industriously at Chief's gloves for a few seconds, decides that's not good enough, wiggles his rear, and leaps, doing his best to scrabble his way up Chief's breastplate.]
[ Oh no, he's moving. The Chief raises his arms a little in case he needs to catch DC, but is hesitant to grab him. The armor is full of places for little claws to find purchase, and he is being climbed.
He looks over at Wash in mute distress. Why is this happening, please help??? ]
[Wash doesn't even bother trying to hide his smile as DC makes his way up the Chief's chest, finally reaching the top and settling on Chief's shoulder with a triumphant mew.]
He likes shoulders too.
[As though that explains everything.]
[DC, meanwhile, has decided that he's not quite done exploring and is nosing curiously at the side of Chief's helmet.]
Re : http://thelegion.dreamwidth.org/29582.html?thread=2505358#cmt2505358
[ The Chief tips his head away from the kitten's nosing, now looking back and forth between Wash and DC as he tries to figure out what he's supposed to do with a cat on his shoulder. Besides stand still, anyway.
His I-am-failing-at-being-a-normal-person sense is on fire. ]
Thank you kindly. You might wanna see him in person afterward. Take fruit. He- uh. I don't think 'stress eats' is the term but food is usually a good 'take care of yourself please' gesture?
He's upset at the Freelancers and America, I think.
...Maybe me, but only since I said something.
[ It's not about him and not about his history. Robbie's gotten pretty vocal that he doesn't care about people's histories and contexts here. It's not the worst case scenario, and while it's a mess? The Chief is grateful. ]
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