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Kate Bishop ([personal profile] learnfromthem) wrote2014-05-15 03:25 pm
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[for Chase]

It's kind of the default response, isn't it?

'What do you want for your birthday?'

'A pony.'


Wren is a bit more impressive than a pony. We're still getting used to each other, if I'm being honest. I don't know where the island shops for its annual New Year's gifts, but I guess anything that's brought to Tabula Rasa needs an adjustment period. So we have a routine -- when she's groomed, when she's fed, when I take her out for a run.

Lucky's sitting on the steps in front of my cottage, watching as I run a brush through Wren's mane. He's been quiet all afternoon, but I turn when I hear the beginnings of a bark sit low in his throat. It's not until he bolts away that I realize we have company.

"Hey, Chase," I call out, shaking my head in amusement as Lucky jumps up to greet him.
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-20 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Chase caught Lucky and dragged him down the sand as he knelt, getting big fistfuls of shaggy golden fur in hand and scratching. It was all of four seconds before the one eyed retriever was on its back and Chase was doing tummy-rubbing duties, not that he ever objected.

"Best dog," he told Luck, then looked up through his own increasingly shaggy gold locks to squint a grin at Kate.

"Hey, Hawkeye and pony friend."
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-20 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He tilted his head back at the touch, enjoying it. He enjoyed basically all of the time he spent around Kate, and the things that happened during that time. It was a nice baseline of expectations. It was just... good.

"Yeh, might be time to-" he made a steady gesture with one hand of dragging a buzzer back over his head, with accompanying sound effect.

"It's getting hot out. Speaking of, I have put the finishing touches on the mogwai terrarium, which I shit you not includes a soaking tub- only accessible during daylight hours, of course."
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-20 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guy lives a life devoid of midnight snacks, it's the least I can do," Chase said, gently thumping his hand over Lucky's tummy twice more before standing. He swiped his hand over his cargo shorts to rid it of dog hair, but still led with the somewhat less offending other hand when he reached out to cradle the back of her hip.

"Hey," he said again, restarting the greeting and smiling a little as he looked her over.

"You're looking all right today." It had become a running joke. She never looked anything short of stunning, and Chase wasn't entirely convinced she wasn't a cylon or something.
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-21 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing," he answered, shrugging, smiling as he curved his fingertips along the bottom dip of her spine.

"Just thought I'd... swing by. Mosey past. Drift along."
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-21 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Boar meat? How novel," Chase declared, grinning, flattening one of his hands out across the neat span of her back. She always fit up against him so damn well.

"Yeah, sounds good, actually. Hey," he added, looking away long enough to whistle briefly.

"Best Dog In The World, come on. Time for me to sneak you bites while Kate yells at me."
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-21 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi, horse," Chase says, gently brushing the backs of his knuckles across the soft hide of Wren's nose as they pass. If he can possibly avoid referring to an animal by its actual name, then by God, he will.

"So you don't have any classes or training sessions or community projects or... stuff going on today?" He goes straight to the nearest of the empty kitchen chairs, mostly so he can lean forward with his elbows on his knees and greet Lucky again, getting an ear in each hand and ducking his head to mumble about what a good boy he is some more.
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-21 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, some of us have more days off than on, here," Chase replies, leaning back a little to look over and watch her.

"...do you want me to build you, like, a toaster oven? Convection oven?"
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-21 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Fuck, Kate, if I had a convection oven to build do you think we would have gotten to the mogwai soaking tub? Come on, I'm always desperate for something to do." Chase shook his head a little, looking down to scrub a hand around Lucky's muzzle.

"I would be absolutely thrilled to build you a convection oven."
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-21 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I can- ten. Fourteen. Instantly," Chase says, grinning over at her.

"Off the top of my head."
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-22 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I.... eeeh, most of them," Chase ventured, squinting briefly at the ceiling.

"Yeah, I can hold off."
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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-22 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't think she's lying.

"Yeah, that's the only explanation for all this," he agrees, then gestures to the plate.

"Thanks," he adds, before not-quite inhaling it. He may always be hungry, still, but his manners aren't quite as rampantly atrocious as they were at seventeen.

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[personal profile] apoorupbringing 2014-05-22 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Chase stops, hearing the change in her voice, and looks up as he swallows a forkful.

"What?" He has to retrace the conversation for a moment before his eyes widen slightly. Then he winces.

"No- yeah, of course. That came out- kinda gross, that was not what I was going for."