(no subject)
Oct. 30th, 2007 03:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainryanHe has a puppy. Why.
Could he give it to Suzi? No, that wouldn't be fair to Whistler, and anyway he doesn't want to hurt Deitmar more than he already has. Did he hurt Deitmar's feelings? Is that what happened? He must've done something wrong to make the pup run off the way he did, but for the life of him, he can't figure out what. Unless...he was misinterpreting the canine? Ryan'll have to explain the next time they speak.
If Damocles ever stops asking questions.
Why does this room smell like Suzi?
That's Joy's scent, Suzi's dog.
Why was she here?
Because I was watching her.
Why's that?
Suzi was on a trip.
Where'd she go?
He's been putting up with this ALL EVENING. He's rather proud of himself for not snapping at the dog. To Quinn's world.
Who's Quinn?
An Ancient.
What's that?
Someone who was born thousands of years before Suzi was.
Oh.
There's always a pause after 'oh' while the puppy think of another question. This time Ryan cuts him off before he gets there.
Are you hungry?
Yeah! Is there food? Can I have food? Do you have food?
Ryan does indeed, left over from when he had Joy. He gets the bag out while Damocles dances around his feet. It's only through similar experiences with Joy that he manages not to kick the thing.
If he's going to kick it, he wants it to be on purpose.
He pours a bowl of kibble for the puppy and relishes the sudden conversational silence as Damocles chows down. Ryan sets down a bowl of water for him, along with newspapers, before getting ready for bed.
Sir? What are those?
Good god, is the pup done eating already? What are what? Ryan half grumbles, heading to the bathroom, avoiding the paper just inside the door.
Those dark marks on your skin, Damocles continues, unfazed. Ryan's been half grumbling at him all night.
They're scars, places where the skins healed after a bad injury.
What's an injury?
When something hurts you, Ryan tells him, brushing his teeth. The nice thing about canine is you don't always need your mouth to speak it.
The sudden silence makes him stick his head out the door. What's wrong?
That...that thing was going to hurt us, Damocles whimpers quietly, hunching in on himself slightly.
The zombie, yes, Ryan agrees before spitting and rinsing. When he comes out of the bathroom, it's to find Damocles huddling under the desk. You're all right now, Ryan says, exasperated. Deitmar found you and brought you here. The zombies can't get you here.
But...but there was that one downstairs! Damocles protests, shivering violently.
The one downstair--oh, Kaplan. And I told you I'd kill him before he tried anything.
The puppy looks at him with hopeful eyes. You'll protect me?
Ryan just looks at him a long moment. Yes, he half sighs in a gruff voice. Anything to make him stop huddling under the desk. Damocles yips happily and works his way back out.
Thank you, sir! Ryan just rolls his eyes, sparing the puppy a pat before he gets into bed. Damocles watches him with large brown eyes for a moment. Can I sleep with you?
...No.
Puppy. Why.
Could he give it to Suzi? No, that wouldn't be fair to Whistler, and anyway he doesn't want to hurt Deitmar more than he already has. Did he hurt Deitmar's feelings? Is that what happened? He must've done something wrong to make the pup run off the way he did, but for the life of him, he can't figure out what. Unless...he was misinterpreting the canine? Ryan'll have to explain the next time they speak.
If Damocles ever stops asking questions.
Why does this room smell like Suzi?
That's Joy's scent, Suzi's dog.
Why was she here?
Because I was watching her.
Why's that?
Suzi was on a trip.
Where'd she go?
He's been putting up with this ALL EVENING. He's rather proud of himself for not snapping at the dog. To Quinn's world.
Who's Quinn?
An Ancient.
What's that?
Someone who was born thousands of years before Suzi was.
Oh.
There's always a pause after 'oh' while the puppy think of another question. This time Ryan cuts him off before he gets there.
Are you hungry?
Yeah! Is there food? Can I have food? Do you have food?
Ryan does indeed, left over from when he had Joy. He gets the bag out while Damocles dances around his feet. It's only through similar experiences with Joy that he manages not to kick the thing.
If he's going to kick it, he wants it to be on purpose.
He pours a bowl of kibble for the puppy and relishes the sudden conversational silence as Damocles chows down. Ryan sets down a bowl of water for him, along with newspapers, before getting ready for bed.
Sir? What are those?
Good god, is the pup done eating already? What are what? Ryan half grumbles, heading to the bathroom, avoiding the paper just inside the door.
Those dark marks on your skin, Damocles continues, unfazed. Ryan's been half grumbling at him all night.
They're scars, places where the skins healed after a bad injury.
What's an injury?
When something hurts you, Ryan tells him, brushing his teeth. The nice thing about canine is you don't always need your mouth to speak it.
The sudden silence makes him stick his head out the door. What's wrong?
That...that thing was going to hurt us, Damocles whimpers quietly, hunching in on himself slightly.
The zombie, yes, Ryan agrees before spitting and rinsing. When he comes out of the bathroom, it's to find Damocles huddling under the desk. You're all right now, Ryan says, exasperated. Deitmar found you and brought you here. The zombies can't get you here.
But...but there was that one downstairs! Damocles protests, shivering violently.
The one downstair--oh, Kaplan. And I told you I'd kill him before he tried anything.
The puppy looks at him with hopeful eyes. You'll protect me?
Ryan just looks at him a long moment. Yes, he half sighs in a gruff voice. Anything to make him stop huddling under the desk. Damocles yips happily and works his way back out.
Thank you, sir! Ryan just rolls his eyes, sparing the puppy a pat before he gets into bed. Damocles watches him with large brown eyes for a moment. Can I sleep with you?
...No.
Puppy. Why.
