driftfleet | duck tales, oo-ooh!

i am not afraid of getting beat by a girl.
dude i spent my childhood locked in a freezer, if you want to compare battle scars or something.
sorry im not mega sympathetic.
a real tear jerker.

[ sarcasm, folks, isaac lahey uses it egregiously. sassy af. ]

but fine ill play.

like hell i want that. i'm just saying if you're worried about your english test scores or whatever that's dumb.

so accept the invite.

why would i be worried when im on a spaceship. we don't have english tests here.

pretty sure most people here dont even speak english. whatever. do we have to play now?

you're the one who even brought it up. if you don't want to play then don't. bickering over these dumb things works too you just sounded really pathetic with the sniffling and the muttering at the other game

yeah well werewolves dont exactly get sick ever so its a little freaky that i have a cold okay?

if you whine like a puppy i might get you souplike stuff from the kitchen

or a cube of something

souplike stuff. i think i gagged already.

no thanks.

i didn't hear any gagging you liar

but seriously want anything i'm getting hungry so i'm going anyway

what are you listening outside my door or something.

[ she might hear a sneeze. ]

yeah maybe soup would be good...

no you're just that loud

good call and bless you. hang tight it'll be a bit i'm making this stuff from actual ingredients not processed things

[and isaac can probably hear her leaving her room and heading to the kitchen because super dog ears]

i am not loud.

[ but sure, he'll wait because someone is going to bring him soup and he really does feel (and most definitely looks) like shit.

so when Octavia returns she'll find a rumpled wolf boy, blankets wrapped around him, including the fur she gave him before. ]

[The only reply he gets to the denial is a loud pounding on the hatch above his room from Octavia stomping on it. Dude her hands are full, you better let her in.]

[ ... does he actually have to get up? seriously?

but he does, either way and climbs out of bed with the fur blanket wrapped around him to open up the hatch for her. ]

I didn't know you were here, couldn't hear you at all...

Just wanted to make sure your head wasn't too filled with snot to hear anything. Good to know you're still semi-functional.

[Somehow she sucessfully balances two bowls of soup--one larger than the other-- and a bottle of water while coming down the ladder. Once there, she looks at him.]

Maybe be less of a dick for a bit and you'll get fed. [Octavia still would anyway. She sets the smaller bowl on a flat surface before holding out the larger bowl and water bottle to him.]

Nice blanket.

Yeah, thanks.

[ seriously, what a good friend. Isaac rolls his eyes either way and plops back down on his bed to burrow into the blankets a little bit more. he feels like death, okay. ]

I didn't ask you to try to come down here with your food juggling act, okay. [ though it's not as sharp as it usually is, because he's actually pretty grateful. ]

Yeah, thanks, it's alright. This weird girl gave it to me.

I heard that weird girl used some real meat in the soup she made. Sounds like she's pretty awesome like that.

[She grins at the eye roll, opting to lean against the wall near the ladder and hatch, grabbing her own soup. Spoon are included, by the way.]

We're out of fresh greens, too, but that's fine. Much longer and they wouldn't have been too green anymore.

[Octavia takes a bite, pauses, then nods.] Worked out well.

I guess that weird girl is okay, then. I am done with powdered and gelled food.

[ but the fact that the soup might have something real in it makes the world. so he gets his spoon and takes a bite, humming contentedly both at the warmth of it and the flavor. ]

Jade can help with the greens, she does that weird vegetable magic. [ he shrugs, stuffs another spoonful of soup into his mouth. ]

S'good. [ he says while taking another bite, no big deal. ]

[Said weird girl snorts into her soup between bites.]

She can? That'll help with real food. [A loud slurping noise goes here.] Guess we'd better up our hunting on the next planet. Another couple days and we might be out of meat.

[Octavia shifts her weight from one foot to the other.]

On Arslae, I went on several hunting trips with Nova and more with others. Since we were from different ships, we had to split what we got. [Right now she's more musing aloud than anything else.] Maybe if we form a party from crewmates on this ship it'd work better.

Yeah, I mean it's what she told me. She has this bracelet from the god world or something. I don't know.

[ he cannot think, what with the brick of phlegm in his head. seriously he feels like he's screaming down a tunnel with every new sniffle. ] I can help, might be good if we can get a good supply going. It beats gel and powder by a mile.

[ it's no burger or pizza or barbecue, but he'll take it. it tastes like real food for once. ] I'll tell her to give it all to us next time. She doesn't need it. [ he's joking, maybe. ]

Sounds about as normal as anything else in this place.

[One last slurp and she sets the bowl down where it was before. Octavia hooks her thumbs in her pants pockets to just stand there all chill and whatever.]

A couple miles, actually, and I'm still okay with those. Says a lot. [And then she snorts.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure she'd stab you with something if you did that.

I think she's probably tried to stab me already. She definitely threw toilet paper at my head.

[ god, the Marisva was a sight to behold on that day. anything would beat being sick, though, and just the thought of doing something ridiculous to piss Atroma off makes him perk up a little. ]

I don't know, this tastes like actual soup and not power and chemicals, so, yeah a few miles at least.

Pretty sure you deserved that somehow. [Knowing both of them, even a little, Octavia knows she's making the right call.]

Eh, powder and chemicals can have their moments. But you'd be hard pressed to get anyone else to agree.

By the way, there's leftover soup. I stashed some in a bowl in the back of the fridge. Third shelf.

I don't know, she just has anger issues.

[ pot, meet kettle. ] There's more? [ why is she being so nice to him? he stifles a sneeze into the crook of his elbow and sniffles. ]

Er. Yeah, thanks. [ he can't seem too excited, okay. but this soup is actually pretty amazing! ] You don't care if I have it?

No way! She's totally fine if you're not a dick to her. [She raises her eyebrows at him. Right, Isaac?

His reaction gets a snort of laughter from her, and she shakes her head.]

The giant pot is for everyone-- The stuff I mentioned is yours. No one else sounds as bad as you right now.

I don't know, Bird Dave sounds pretty shitty, too. But he's just whining probably. Exaggerating.

[ except where Dave really isn't, most likely. neither of them are used to being sick, okay? ]

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