[ D'Artagnan looks down when his hand is tugged, and he can't help but laugh. This furball is keen. Athos' had been more anxious. He carefully lifts it, cradling it in the crook of his elbow, and letting it take as much as it likes from the canteen. ]
I think this is a success.
Here, Havoc. Come here.
[ He turns, holding his arm out to her and expecting her to take the furball. If she's game, he's going to pass both baby and bottle. Now that it's feeding, she has to learn how. ]
[This is the look of someone who has never held a baby and is suddenly being offered one. - Furballs from Dagger, babies... basically the same thing.
(Had she ever? Not as a Contractor, anyway. Years and years-)]
Oh- right.
[She reached out awkwardly, scooping the little alien while also trying to take the bottle. A bit of a fumble she put in there for effect, but the end result was a hungry animal in her arms, seeking out and finding the bottle again.
It's not. He might be able to eat some solids, too. Athos' could.
[ D'Artagnan sits back on the bed, letting Havoc finish the feeding. He thinks she's doing all right. She doesn't seem awkward about it, not like she had at first. He's smiling a little. ]
Just test him out with some things, don't force him. And if you want to try him with food, mash it to a pulp first. You'll get used to it.
[Havoc's gaze remained largely downwards, shifting the creature in the crook of her arms to accommodate some squirming, but she cast a look up with a smile.]
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I think this is a success.
Here, Havoc. Come here.
[ He turns, holding his arm out to her and expecting her to take the furball. If she's game, he's going to pass both baby and bottle. Now that it's feeding, she has to learn how. ]
He won't bite. He's enjoying it.
when you file ac and find tags you lost... D:
(Had she ever? Not as a Contractor, anyway. Years and years-)]
Oh- right.
[She reached out awkwardly, scooping the little alien while also trying to take the bottle. A bit of a fumble she put in there for effect, but the end result was a hungry animal in her arms, seeking out and finding the bottle again.
Gaze moved from the pet, back to D'Artagnan.]
Is this okay?
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He settles it in her arms, and before long she's feeding it for herself. Despite her expression, he looks satisfied. ]
Yes, exactly like that. Keep this up and he'll be used to you in no time.
[ He gives her a moment, before smiling and lifting his eyebrows. ]
Are you all right with him?
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[Admitted with a bit of chagrin, but she seemed to at least be handling it alright- the little alien was still drinking, at least.]
With a bit of help it doesn't seem as hard any more.
[After all. It seemed like pets brought people together- and this one might land her quite a bit of positive interaction.]
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[ D'Artagnan sits back on the bed, letting Havoc finish the feeding. He thinks she's doing all right. She doesn't seem awkward about it, not like she had at first. He's smiling a little. ]
Just test him out with some things, don't force him. And if you want to try him with food, mash it to a pulp first. You'll get used to it.
oops
[Havoc's gaze remained largely downwards, shifting the creature in the crook of her arms to accommodate some squirming, but she cast a look up with a smile.]
- Thanks.
lmao
You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help. Animals, they’re not so strange once you’re used to them.
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[To get used to them. Her smile turns a bit more teasing, though, in between glances down to make sure the bottle wasn't in a difficult position.]
I'll ask you again if I have a problem, so watch out.
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Whenever you have need of me, Mademoiselle.