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Entry tags:
- asuka,
- badd,
- byrne,
- claire bennet,
- claire littleton,
- donna,
- grell,
- gren,
- ilia,
- isaac,
- izaya,
- kibitoshin,
- lana skye,
- mello,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli,
- ranulf,
- rei,
- renamon,
- riku,
- ritsu,
- ruby,
- the doctor,
- trickster,
- tsubaki,
- uhura,
- yomi
Day 54: Sun Room
[From here. All your top posts shall be mine.]
Peter entered the Sun Room with a dour expression. Goody, he was the first one here. Fancy that. Pick of the couches was his then. Eeeny meeny miney...moe. Peter stalked over to what he knew from experience was the fluffiest couch in the room and eased himself into its downy soft embrace. Ordinarily he would have just pounced on that sucker, but yeah. His arm was in a sling for a reason. He sighed and wormed his way into a full body sprawl. He didn't care if it was irresponsible of him. This shift's only mission was to remain as still as possible.
Of course, being the first one in here had some stipulations. With great opportunity came great responsibility. Which today, came in the form of a soft meow from below. Then the sound of puncturing fabric, advancing upwards towards him. More meows, independent of one another and even more tiny punctures.
Peter Parker was now officially the cat sitter.
"...Oh hi... lonely kittens," he said uneasily as the first scrambled over the edge of the cushion. It padded towards his face. "No no, kittens don't belong near faces." He gently picked it up and put it on his chest. Two more crawled over the edge.
He had never really had a pet growing up. And he didn't hang out with a lot of people with cats or dogs, either. So of course, he didn't have a good idea of how to properly handle most animals without ticking them off. It looked like he was going to have to make up for lost time now, as the cats' numbers swelled to four. Two were exploring his legs, another batted at a fraying string on his sling, and the first stumbled back towards his face and mewed plaintively. Peter frowned and gave it a ginger pat on the head. That seemed to to the trick. He put it back on his chest again and scratched behind its ears.
"You guys had better not start doing that claw thing on my leg. I can't reach right now, but revenge will be mine if you do."
"Meeeeew!"
"I'm still petting you! Geez."
[For Elle Bishop.]
Peter entered the Sun Room with a dour expression. Goody, he was the first one here. Fancy that. Pick of the couches was his then. Eeeny meeny miney...moe. Peter stalked over to what he knew from experience was the fluffiest couch in the room and eased himself into its downy soft embrace. Ordinarily he would have just pounced on that sucker, but yeah. His arm was in a sling for a reason. He sighed and wormed his way into a full body sprawl. He didn't care if it was irresponsible of him. This shift's only mission was to remain as still as possible.
Of course, being the first one in here had some stipulations. With great opportunity came great responsibility. Which today, came in the form of a soft meow from below. Then the sound of puncturing fabric, advancing upwards towards him. More meows, independent of one another and even more tiny punctures.
Peter Parker was now officially the cat sitter.
"...Oh hi... lonely kittens," he said uneasily as the first scrambled over the edge of the cushion. It padded towards his face. "No no, kittens don't belong near faces." He gently picked it up and put it on his chest. Two more crawled over the edge.
He had never really had a pet growing up. And he didn't hang out with a lot of people with cats or dogs, either. So of course, he didn't have a good idea of how to properly handle most animals without ticking them off. It looked like he was going to have to make up for lost time now, as the cats' numbers swelled to four. Two were exploring his legs, another batted at a fraying string on his sling, and the first stumbled back towards his face and mewed plaintively. Peter frowned and gave it a ginger pat on the head. That seemed to to the trick. He put it back on his chest again and scratched behind its ears.
"You guys had better not start doing that claw thing on my leg. I can't reach right now, but revenge will be mine if you do."
"Meeeeew!"
"I'm still petting you! Geez."
[For Elle Bishop.]
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"Yeah, you should focus on that first," he agreed when Claire brought up the other Peter. It was something that was clearly bothering her, so it wasn't like she was going to be able to focus until she took care of it. Peter wished he could have given her some better guidance there, but he could really only be moral support as she sorted through it herself. And he was going to have to try to be better about filling the role of the reassuring uncle, too.
As for getting a group together, that was something that Peter had sort of been working on already -- still, it was easier said than done. People got distracted or they didn't check the bulletin, and suddenly the information wasn't getting passed along the way it should have. "Yeah. I'll try to get a better idea of who's in that Search and Rescue club, too -- they're the ones who head upstairs on the experiment nights."
But it looked like they'd used up all of their time, since the intercom went off then -- which meant they were being herded back into the cafeteria. Peter let out a sigh and then gave his niece a weary glance. "Back to the grind. Look, good luck, okay? I'm sorry I couldn't help more." He stretched and slowly stood.