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WHO: keith + others
WHERE: around the eluvio
WHEN: whenever
WHAT: stuff + things
WARNINGS: don't think so...


( starters in the comments. hmu @ honnleath if you want to do anything! )

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[ He doesn't have to do it, but he's offering. Partly out of a general sort of vague concern for the lost animal and partly because he's not doing anything else at the moment and this poor guy looks like he could use a little help. Wash returns that weak smile with a slightly more pronounced one of his own. ]

Wash. Nice to meet you.

[ Moving along beside him, Wash keeps his attention on the corridor in front of them. He's scanning it, looking into any nooks and crannies they might encounter for the missing feline. ]

They do. [ A beat later, he realizes that might require further elaboration. ] Groom themselves. Some of them just need a little extra help. I have to do it sometimes at the shelter. Especially for the ones with long hair.

[ Does that make him sound pathetic? Maybe it does. The other Freelancers would probably laugh at him. ]

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[ No, it doesn't make him sound pathetic. A handful of sentences and Wash ( what the heck kind of name... ) told him more than his "manager" did back at the grooming place. Granted, Keith doesn't know a lot about animals no matter the species. But, it just seemed common knowledge that cats groomed themselves and don't need grooming services the way that dogs do.

So.

?????

He makes kind of a face that's halfway between hopeless and fed up. It's something he's gotten down pat, sort of like an art form. ]

Extra help? What do you mean? [ he glances over at Wash in a quick there and back sort of furtive look ] I've never really had a pet or anything so... [ he shrugs ] All of this is kind of weird to me to even think about doing on a spaceship.

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[ That's a sentiment Wash understands all too well. He huffs a quiet laugh in response. ]

Tell me about it. The last ship I was on was a training facility. We spent our time running combat scenarios, not taking care of animals.

[ Among other things. Less savory things. But airing Freelancer's dirty laundry is a story for another day. Not something to share with a stranger he's just met.

What he can share are some of the things he's learned during the course of his own stupid job. He looks over at Keith, flashes a hint of a smile. ]

Some cats have a thicker coat. More hair means more matting and even their grooming habits aren't enough to prevent it. So they need brushed. Sometimes the more aggressive ones need their nails trimmed to protect the others.

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[ In the long run, he supposes it's not the most unnatural thing for someone to know how to take care of cats. People have pets. People like pets. So, people tend to know about things they like. Keith assumes this guy—Wash—enjoys cats.

Even if it seems a little weird now that he's mentioned being on a ship and having it be combat training. Keith can't help but wonder where the whole cat thing comes in. Hobby? ( Do people have pets for hobbies? Is he overthinking this? Probably. ) ]

Oh.

[ Not very helpful. Then again, Keith isn't known for being that often. It's good information to have at least. ...Well, assuming he has a job after today, anyway. ]

I guess that makes sense.

[ He looks over at Wash quickly before once again looking for the stupid cat that got away. ]

So, space isn't new to you, either? [ He makes some sort of half-hearted gesture to outside the Eluvio. ] The last ship I was on is here in the fleet. [ Nevermind it's the only one he's been on in a traveling capacity. ] For whatever reason...

[ Because that's not weird, or anything. ]

What sort of training were you doing? [ one shoulder rolls in a slight shrug. ] I mean, I know you said combat stuff, but...