driftfleet | duck tales, oo-ooh!

[ ... 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? ]

Yeah, but his sneezes sound like chirps where yours are barks.

[Octavia grins, not even hiding her amusement at the crappy jokes.]

I don't bark. I'm a werewolf not some house dog.

[ he glares at her, but it's ruined by a sneeze into his elbow yet again that only leaves him looking miserably, holding his head back and sniffling before he just flops backward onto his bed. ]

This sucks.

Never met a werewolf before you, so I've got no other comparison.

[She stays leaning against the wall, not moving to help or leave.]

Sounds like it. Still sounded like a bark, though.

Whatever, it wasn't a bark.

[ he rolls his eyes and reaches for his soup again to finish it. ] You can sit down, there's room here or the chair you know.

[ seriously who stands all of the time? ]

Right, my bad. [But the look on her face totally says otherwise.

Octavia goes to the chair and sits, leaning back.]

So how'd you come down with this, anyway?

Probably being on a freak alient planet with freakishly cold alien weather I don't know. I'm not supposed to get sick. I heal on the spot, colds and illnesses wouldn't stand a chance.

[ and yet here he is, whining, with the sniffles. ]

I don't think you said freak enough. Maybe a couple more for emphasis.

[Octavia chuckles a bit.]

I probably have a spare blanket if you want to borrow it.

Shut up.

[ she's infuriating, but she's being nice to him so he'll not throw something at her for now ]

I'm warm enough, but I'll let you know if I do. Don't want to spread my space germs. Or whatever.

Wow, rude.

[Not that she cares at all. She raises a brow.]

Dunno, I've been hanging around you often enough. Guess I'm good.

Or you'll get it any second.

[ he rolls his eyes at her and flops backward on his bed dramatically, tugging the covers up nearly under his chin. he's quiet for a moment before he looks over at Octavia. ]

Watch, this will be the one time we get attacked, when I can't help.

Then I'm taking the soup back. That's all.

[He gets a one shouldered shrug in return.]

Guess I'll have to have it covered.

H-hey! You can't just take the soup back. You already gave it to me. Offered it to me. Whatever.

[ he's about to say something else but it just comes out as a pathetic sneeze and sniffle combo. ]

I can still fight, I just might sneeze them to death, too. Don't believe me, we can spar right now if you want.

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