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thecapitol2013-09-09 03:29 pm
the_marshal) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-09 03:29 pm
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Of all the money that e'er I spent...
WHO| Wyatt and OTA
WHAT| Wyatt takes his unexpected new pet for a walk.
WHERE| A Capitol cafe, not too far from Tribute Tower
WHEN| After this.
Warnings| None.
Loaded down with a pair of Miss Pasha's Tribbles and eager to show them off, Wyatt's escort had been quick to leave him to his own devices after leaving the woman's shop, which was more than fine by the marshal. He was happy to find his own way back to the Tower, his own striped Tribble riding along on his shoulder, purring softly in his ear.
Still unexpected, still surprised Pasha had insisted, without repayment, he still hadn't quite figured out what he was supposed to do with the tiny, trembling beast, but it seemed harmless enough and she had said they were easy to keep.... If nothin' else, he supposed Max would get a laugh out of it. This little bit, looking like something his tiger had coughed up in a corner somewhere.
More than once, Wyatt was stopped on the sidewalk by curious passersby, some who had seen Pasha's broadcast, and others who hadn't, but all wanting to know more about the strange creature cooing happily from it's perch as it was petted and fussed over. Dutifully, he answered what questions he could and for the rest, he directed them back to the little shop with its many baubles.
At a cafe not far from his destination, he was stopped by one woman at a table near the sidewalk, but within minutes had gathered a small knot of a crowd, all of them asking after his new friend.
WHAT| Wyatt takes his unexpected new pet for a walk.
WHERE| A Capitol cafe, not too far from Tribute Tower
WHEN| After this.
Warnings| None.
Loaded down with a pair of Miss Pasha's Tribbles and eager to show them off, Wyatt's escort had been quick to leave him to his own devices after leaving the woman's shop, which was more than fine by the marshal. He was happy to find his own way back to the Tower, his own striped Tribble riding along on his shoulder, purring softly in his ear.
Still unexpected, still surprised Pasha had insisted, without repayment, he still hadn't quite figured out what he was supposed to do with the tiny, trembling beast, but it seemed harmless enough and she had said they were easy to keep.... If nothin' else, he supposed Max would get a laugh out of it. This little bit, looking like something his tiger had coughed up in a corner somewhere.
More than once, Wyatt was stopped on the sidewalk by curious passersby, some who had seen Pasha's broadcast, and others who hadn't, but all wanting to know more about the strange creature cooing happily from it's perch as it was petted and fussed over. Dutifully, he answered what questions he could and for the rest, he directed them back to the little shop with its many baubles.
At a cafe not far from his destination, he was stopped by one woman at a table near the sidewalk, but within minutes had gathered a small knot of a crowd, all of them asking after his new friend.
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"This ain't the arena, son. An' I know ya know the difference."
The ruffled the striped fur - Max's tiger in tiny, cooing miniature - and pushed it gently back across the table, the round, warm body bumping Howard's knuckles.
"I trust you."
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He closes his hand over it, face screwed up like he's trying to shutter out tears before they have the chance to escape.
"I don't know if I know the difference. Always, you know?"
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"I know ya do," Wyatt repeated, that same unwavering drawl. "But if yer not sure, maybe it'll help some."
A warm, purring reminder that Howard wasn't alone and that, if only for a short time, he was as safe as any of them could be in this strange, violent new world.
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He meets Wyatt's eyes. There's a question there, wondering why Wyatt isn't mentioning the times he's woken up in Wyatt's room and has to spend whole minutes remembering that he's not in the Arena - that he's with Wyatt, not Aunamee.
He brings the tribble to his chest.
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He was often just better at keeping it to himself.
"Jus' don't think too harshly of me, if I come to visit him every now an' again," he smiled as Howard picked the tribble up. "They're quite comely, once ya get used to 'em."
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"I think I'll call him Butch Cassidy," Howard says, mimicking Wyatt's drawl and grinning. Little parentheses appear under his eyes, emphasis of the smile.
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To him, it seemed like a whole lot of name for little ball of fluff, but he sensed there was more to it than Howard was letting on. Like that Buffy he'd told him about.
Some reference long after his time that he had no hope of understanding.
"Only thing ya have to know is not to feed 'em. Lady I got it from insisted that would not be a good idea."
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"I'm not supposed to feed them?" At first Howard wonders if that's too good to be true, a pet that doesn't eat. And then he wonders if Wyatt's asking him to just torture the little ball of fuzz. He can't imagine subjecting it to what he went through.
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His brow veed, mouth pulling in bemusement.
"An' they're jus' happy to be fussed over."
"rxz" says the cat
Maybe he'll just call it that instead. He closes his eyes for a good long moment, just listening to it and feeling it, warm and soft in his hands. Knowing it's his and knowing it's safe to close his eyes in this crowded place because Wyatt's here.
"Thank you."
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"Yer welcome, Howard."