Kate Bishop (
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.
'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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"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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Giving Wren a little pat, I walk over towards them and push a hand back through Chase's hair.
"This is getting long."
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"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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I blink when I realize he's still talking, then back track the past few seconds. "Your mogwai's place is getting to be more impressive than yours."
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"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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I step towards him, letting my hand settle on his shoulder so I can press a light kiss to his cheek. I'm not really sure what we are, but it just feels... Natural at this point.
"What's up?"
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"Just thought I'd... swing by. Mosey past. Drift along."
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"Some kind of island-variant on spaghetti. Pretty sure the meat's boar."
The meat is almost always boar.
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"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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"You are the worst."
Not that I really mind. Giving Wren a pat, I double-check that she's got enough water and give her a sugar cube before I lead the way inside.
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"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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I pull out the container of pasta from my little island fridge and dump it into a pot so I can reheat it on my little wooden stove. Leftovers really aren't the same as they were back home -- only the press of a microwave button away. For that kind of convenience, you have to go all the way to the Compound.
"Everybody needs a day off, right?"
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"...do you want me to build you, like, a toaster oven? Convection oven?"
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"You're not too busy building mogwai soaking pools?"
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"I would be absolutely thrilled to build you a convection oven."
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"You'll have to help me think of some way to thank you."
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"Off the top of my head."
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"How many of 'em can wait 'til after we've nommed?"
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"Yeah, I can hold off."
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"You're lucky you're cute."
Tugging the pot off the stove, I plate the leftovers and pass Chase his portion along with a fork.
"Remember to chew."
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"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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"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."
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"Okay, good. 'Cause it is."