[OTA Tag the forebothered]
Spock took one last look around, preparing to leave the stables and making sure that no one was around.
I-Chaya snorted and huffed happily, snorfling down his food and then shaking all over. The beast was a little more active than usual today, almost bouncy even. He kept making delighted noises, digging his paws into the straw, and then with a rollicking snurt splashed his in his big water pail.
The Vulcan watched the cubbish, youthful behavior of the sehlat, before he reached out to scrub at his neck. "Have a good evening, I-ChayAAA!"
His voice raised as a messy swipe of tongue and fresh water caught him across the face. He staggered back, wiping with his forearm, and with another glance around decided that it was a good moment to make his escape.
~*~*~
Data finished off his glass of water before leaving the clinic, grabbed his bag of cricket gear that he acquired specifically to play with the Doctor, and headed for the park. Though he didn't particularly need to distract himself anymore. He was doing much better, now that Avon had returned, but he was never the type of man that would turn down a socially educational experience with a good man.
He dumped the bag on one of the park benches for a moment and settled, pulling on a sweater over his white dress shirt and vest (temperature wasn't something he was worried about).
Mid-tug to adjust the garment, he saw a duck laying on it's back in the grass, scooting toward the duck pond and flicking its webbed feet in the air.
Ever so slowly, his brows climbed higher on his pale forehead as it splashed in and wormed away.
~*~*~
Two kids yelled at each other as they headed down the cobblestone street. Loud, obnoxious, and wielding those squirt guns that launched water like a firehose at people.
A man in a black gas mask with his back turned? A perfect target.
The first aimed at his back, and 'Dr. Amir' whirled at a chilled shot between his shoulders. It was then the second got him right in the mask, spray spittling off in all directions. He placed his hands in front of him, trying to block the stream.
Laughing at what they thought was hilarious summertime fun, the kids ran off before the bothered adult of the moment could catch them- or so they thought.
Lore put his hands on his hips fussily, watching after them as his sopped suit, gloves, and mask dripped. When the time came, the children were going first. Just... not now.
[(Tell me who you're attaggin'. Last tag/entry for a while. Slowtime is beloved.)]
I-Chaya snorted and huffed happily, snorfling down his food and then shaking all over. The beast was a little more active than usual today, almost bouncy even. He kept making delighted noises, digging his paws into the straw, and then with a rollicking snurt splashed his in his big water pail.
The Vulcan watched the cubbish, youthful behavior of the sehlat, before he reached out to scrub at his neck. "Have a good evening, I-ChayAAA!"
His voice raised as a messy swipe of tongue and fresh water caught him across the face. He staggered back, wiping with his forearm, and with another glance around decided that it was a good moment to make his escape.
~*~*~
Data finished off his glass of water before leaving the clinic, grabbed his bag of cricket gear that he acquired specifically to play with the Doctor, and headed for the park. Though he didn't particularly need to distract himself anymore. He was doing much better, now that Avon had returned, but he was never the type of man that would turn down a socially educational experience with a good man.
He dumped the bag on one of the park benches for a moment and settled, pulling on a sweater over his white dress shirt and vest (temperature wasn't something he was worried about).
Mid-tug to adjust the garment, he saw a duck laying on it's back in the grass, scooting toward the duck pond and flicking its webbed feet in the air.
Ever so slowly, his brows climbed higher on his pale forehead as it splashed in and wormed away.
~*~*~
Two kids yelled at each other as they headed down the cobblestone street. Loud, obnoxious, and wielding those squirt guns that launched water like a firehose at people.
A man in a black gas mask with his back turned? A perfect target.
The first aimed at his back, and 'Dr. Amir' whirled at a chilled shot between his shoulders. It was then the second got him right in the mask, spray spittling off in all directions. He placed his hands in front of him, trying to block the stream.
Laughing at what they thought was hilarious summertime fun, the kids ran off before the bothered adult of the moment could catch them- or so they thought.
Lore put his hands on his hips fussily, watching after them as his sopped suit, gloves, and mask dripped. When the time came, the children were going first. Just... not now.
[(Tell me who you're attaggin'. Last tag/entry for a while. Slowtime is beloved.)]