[So. Church has had to learn a few things pretty quickly. Like tigerlillies are just as Shion said--big playful cuddlebugs who just need some sun and affection. Getting used to having one around all the time took...effort. But Ami, apparently, is happy to help, and her brand of help is usually flopping on you when you're stuck in your head.
So, really, she's had her work cut out for her between both Wash and Church. He chooses to ignore noticing when these things happen and just decides she's just very, very affectionate with her whole body. That sounds like a cat thing.
Or like...thatching roofs. Sure not a thing he's ever had to do or has ever learned how to do. Gardening? That may still be a ways off. And while he refuses to admit that his aim is, in fact, as atrocious as Wash tells people, he knows he's not going to be good at hunting anything running around. So what does that make him, a gatherer? Who doesn't even know what to gather? He shouldn't even be here.
Neither of them should. Which is just one of many, many things hanging over their heads. He's not stupid, or at least compared to the other Reds and Blues he's pretty sure he's not. He knows there's a lot neither of them are saying. Wash especially. Wash who seems to be struggling to show him some amount of...kindness? Guilty kindness. It's weird. The whole thing is weird. He does not...like this. This awkward circling each other even though they now live together. Something's going to break, and it might be one of them, it might be a wall, it might be a voice, but--
But god, he's not going to break this tense peace first. The less said about what happened, the happier they're both going to be, right? So he doesn't have to think about it. About the voices calling out to him and the feeling of being complete when he'd never known he hadn't been and Tex and fire and the wave of light.
No. Don't think about it. Better off forgetting it. Right? Shed memories to keep himself safe? Stop thinking about it.]
Heyyyy big girl. [Ami's fluffy face gets a thorough rubbing.] Never thought I'd be a cat person or have a green thumb.
late march /handwaggles
So, really, she's had her work cut out for her between both Wash and Church. He chooses to ignore noticing when these things happen and just decides she's just very, very affectionate with her whole body. That sounds like a cat thing.
Or like...thatching roofs. Sure not a thing he's ever had to do or has ever learned how to do. Gardening? That may still be a ways off. And while he refuses to admit that his aim is, in fact, as atrocious as Wash tells people, he knows he's not going to be good at hunting anything running around. So what does that make him, a gatherer? Who doesn't even know what to gather? He shouldn't even be here.
Neither of them should. Which is just one of many, many things hanging over their heads. He's not stupid, or at least compared to the other Reds and Blues he's pretty sure he's not. He knows there's a lot neither of them are saying. Wash especially. Wash who seems to be struggling to show him some amount of...kindness? Guilty kindness. It's weird. The whole thing is weird. He does not...like this. This awkward circling each other even though they now live together. Something's going to break, and it might be one of them, it might be a wall, it might be a voice, but--
But god, he's not going to break this tense peace first. The less said about what happened, the happier they're both going to be, right? So he doesn't have to think about it. About the voices calling out to him and the feeling of being complete when he'd never known he hadn't been and Tex and fire and the wave of light.
No. Don't think about it. Better off forgetting it. Right? Shed memories to keep himself safe? Stop thinking about it.]
Heyyyy big girl. [Ami's fluffy face gets a thorough rubbing.] Never thought I'd be a cat person or have a green thumb.