The hand on the back of his head sent Depth Charge jerking forward as though someone had dropped a goldfish down the back of his shirt. "Do that again and I'll break your-" was about as far into his threat as he got, though, before he realised that he knew the figure bobbing down over the sofa and its occupants.
"Slagger," Depth Charge finished, in a decidedly less threatening voice. Instead of batting S.T. away he rolled his eyes, letting himself drop back into the cushions and his shoulders relax again. "What can I say? Cats like fish."
The dryness wasn't just limited to his words, though; he could feel his throat clenching a little as he put together an answer for S.T.'s question. A question which, surprisingly, he found that he wanted to answer. Lying to an ally about it... that wouldn't have sat well with him, especially when just about any idiot who'd looked out to the back of the Institute would have known. "Something like that. Guess who got a little call from the orderlies?"
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"Slagger," Depth Charge finished, in a decidedly less threatening voice. Instead of batting S.T. away he rolled his eyes, letting himself drop back into the cushions and his shoulders relax again. "What can I say? Cats like fish."
The dryness wasn't just limited to his words, though; he could feel his throat clenching a little as he put together an answer for S.T.'s question. A question which, surprisingly, he found that he wanted to answer. Lying to an ally about it... that wouldn't have sat well with him, especially when just about any idiot who'd looked out to the back of the Institute would have known. "Something like that. Guess who got a little call from the orderlies?"