[ he arrives very punctually, because wash takes all of his commitments seriously, even if he's incredibly unhappy about them. he takes the time to send a message to some of his own, but what he should even say to them about it was confusing. is he dangerous? maybe? yes but also no? look, its just that if he doesn't respond back in a couple of hours its probably worth looking into. he's trying not to think too hard about it. but the entire way there, he is, of course, thinking too hard about it, but if nothing else it's a welcome distraction from all the time he's spent circling the drain about the fake memories being shoved into his mind.
wash turns up dressed as he usually is -- which is like a soldier who has no idea what to do if he isn't wearing uniform or armor. plain, utilitarian, practical. he's not sure what kind of person he's expecting to answer the door, and he doesn't even actually know his damn name yet, but he's still a little surprised by the look of him, by the collar. and by the kitten.
he spends a good minute staring blankly at the kitten. gentle, clearly, and fond, but just bewildered to suddenly have one in his hands, maybe even a little noticeably flustered, as much as he ever gets. but he does eventually gather himself, his expression managing to reset into something convincingly guarded and neutral, gathering the kitten securely in his arms as he looks around. it certainly is an eccentric sense of decor. the dildo's a hell of a statement piece. ]
-- You're not exactly giving me a choice.
[ not exactly hostile in tone, but a little dry. seriously it's not like you're going to let him say no. ]
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wash turns up dressed as he usually is -- which is like a soldier who has no idea what to do if he isn't wearing uniform or armor. plain, utilitarian, practical. he's not sure what kind of person he's expecting to answer the door, and he doesn't even actually know his damn name yet, but he's still a little surprised by the look of him, by the collar. and by the kitten.
he spends a good minute staring blankly at the kitten. gentle, clearly, and fond, but just bewildered to suddenly have one in his hands, maybe even a little noticeably flustered, as much as he ever gets. but he does eventually gather himself, his expression managing to reset into something convincingly guarded and neutral, gathering the kitten securely in his arms as he looks around. it certainly is an eccentric sense of decor. the dildo's a hell of a statement piece. ]
-- You're not exactly giving me a choice.
[ not exactly hostile in tone, but a little dry. seriously it's not like you're going to let him say no. ]