unrecovered: (Face: What in the actual fuck)
Agent Washington ([personal profile] unrecovered) wrote in [community profile] hfm_logs 2015-11-28 07:41 am (UTC)

Delilah is having absolutely none of this. She'd just gotten a nice warm spot going! She plunks her butt down by the chair and meows, loud and squeaky. If she can't have her warm spot, she's at least going to be petted by the thief, whether he likes it or not.

Wash spares Delilah a glance - honestly, why does every cat in his life have an attitude? - before heading into the kitchen proper to cut a few slices of pie. One for Casey, sure, but he wants one and he figures Bones can join them once the requisite medical checkup is over and done with. He works quietly, listening to Casey, and tries not to freeze up at take out the Earth. Casey's alien triceratops were not the same as the Covenant dinos, and he was pretty damn certain nobody but the Covenant went around glassing planets, and the Covenant did not exist in Casey's dimension. Not his dimension; not his trauma.

That said, he'd love to go a week without hearing about someone's planet being blown up. That would be great.

He puts a piece of pie down on the table next to Casey and slides into another seat. "That sounds pretty shortsighted."

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