In the Wee Hours, Saturday Morning, MCA -2
Dec. 6th, 2014 07:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_merriestRikku woke with a start from the worst nightmare she'd had in years. So horrifying that it seemed real. In her dream, Petey had -- he'd -- but Petey was okay. He had to be. Right?
In a panic she knew was completely illogical, she tore out of the bed and began searching the tiny apartment, looking under every nook and into every cranny. Mako chittered at her, and only got a cursory nuzzle. Because she wasn't going to breathe right until she saw --
Right there, in the corner of the room, happily chewing on a plant that somehow hadn't died yet, was Petey. He glanced up at her when she entered, giving her a token mrowl before going back to chewing on the very pathetic-looking leaves.
She didn't mean to burst into tears. She just did. He didn't seem to mind, as she crouched on the ground next to him, and he only gave a token protest as she pulled his weight onto her lap.
"Don't scare me like that again," she said, as if it was his fault she'd had that dream. He vocalized a very elaborate reply, then decided to begin chewing on her arm.
It was wonderful, and she was never, ever letting go.
(OOC: a long, long time ago, I gave the Jerries my then-kitten so they could write class about him being a Retarded Kitten Oracle. When they skipped town, Rikku adopted him. So my cat Chase lent his face and personality to her Cuban Pete.
We lost Chase almost two weeks ago. They think it was a massive heart attack. We didn't even know he was sick, it just happened. Since I can't hug him, Rikku's going to have to.
So, I've been extra-lurky of late; sorry about that. And I apologize for emo-ing on your flist; I just -- had to mark this somehow, I guess. NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is welcome if it's the warm-hug variety, and now back to your regularly scheduled BDE, already in progress.)
In a panic she knew was completely illogical, she tore out of the bed and began searching the tiny apartment, looking under every nook and into every cranny. Mako chittered at her, and only got a cursory nuzzle. Because she wasn't going to breathe right until she saw --
Right there, in the corner of the room, happily chewing on a plant that somehow hadn't died yet, was Petey. He glanced up at her when she entered, giving her a token mrowl before going back to chewing on the very pathetic-looking leaves.
She didn't mean to burst into tears. She just did. He didn't seem to mind, as she crouched on the ground next to him, and he only gave a token protest as she pulled his weight onto her lap.
"Don't scare me like that again," she said, as if it was his fault she'd had that dream. He vocalized a very elaborate reply, then decided to begin chewing on her arm.
It was wonderful, and she was never, ever letting go.
(OOC: a long, long time ago, I gave the Jerries my then-kitten so they could write class about him being a Retarded Kitten Oracle. When they skipped town, Rikku adopted him. So my cat Chase lent his face and personality to her Cuban Pete.
We lost Chase almost two weeks ago. They think it was a massive heart attack. We didn't even know he was sick, it just happened. Since I can't hug him, Rikku's going to have to.
So, I've been extra-lurky of late; sorry about that. And I apologize for emo-ing on your flist; I just -- had to mark this somehow, I guess. NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is welcome if it's the warm-hug variety, and now back to your regularly scheduled BDE, already in progress.)
