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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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"I'll keep it in mind. For now our best asset's information, so let's stay in touch." He could trust her to leave her eyes and ears open. She was a good detective.
Badd sat forward, voice quiet and conspiratorial. He was happy to spread Gant's reputation around, but Skye deserved some dignity. "For what it's worth," he murmured. "I never judged you for what you did. I know what it's like. If someone threatened Kay there's no law I wouldn't break to keep her safe. Maybe you didn't do the right thing by the courts, but you did what you had to."
He couldn't say that he'd have done the same in her place, because he was a different person. For the evidence he'd have pulled a Yatagarasu and stolen it, then thrown it in the lake or destroyed it. For the 'witness'...well. Maybe he'd lectured Niikura on how murder was not the answer, but with Kay in play it would have been a very different story. That wasn't justice. That was just personal.
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"I was wrong, you know. It wasn't the right thing to do. If I'd stepped forward...well, who knows what would have happened. Remember that, if you will." She hadn't realized he and Kay were nearly that close, but it seemed he'd almost stepped in loco parentis for the absent Byrne.
He was old enough, and scarred enough, that all of these lessons were likely ones he'd learned, and judged the value of, long ago, but she couldn't help it. Some things only experience could bring, and if he had managed to dodge this lesson as well as he'd dodged bullets, she hoped he'd never need to learn it.
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Badd and Kay hadn't actually had a lot of contact after she moved in with her mom's family. They had a few phone calls and day trips to LA, but nothing huge. In a way he had been grateful that she was spending her time far, far away from the sole remaining member of the doomed Yatagarasu; it was safer that way. Not that it stopped her from getting into trouble on her own (god, if Lang hadn't been there...), but that was again the Yatagarasu's fault.
He'd failed her father and he'd very nearly failed her, he wasn't going to let history repeat itself in this horrible place.