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@not-in-the-lab
Dax huffed heavily as his breath began to quicken. “What is Deimosssss doing to Dax, he'sssss getting all wet.” Dax trying franticly to wipe the slobber from himself.
He always considered runty rats more as living dolls than brothers, and this one was no exception. Turning lose of the little one, Dima pinned him under one skeletal hand on Dax’s chest, his whole body shaking, waiting for his friend to wiggle, struggle, squirm away so he could give chase.
"Hold me touch me kissssss me!!"
“Get away from me! Gah! You stink more than usual!”
“Go away! Issac used his augmented legs to propel himself like a cat up onto a tall boulder, hoping the mutant wouldn’t follow. “Take a hint, I don’t want to hang out with you!”
Deimos wasn’t nearly as cute as a friendly skag, so forcing his affection wasn’t nearly as effective of a tactic for him.
The ungainly mutant had never won a game of tag since his extended stay at the Hyperion genetic roulette resort, so he flopped down in the tall grass around the boulder, staring up at Issac with a puzzled look. The rock was smooth all the way around, no way up that he could discern. Well, he couldn’t stay up there all day.
Dax watches in horror as he saw the large mutant run at him head first. A Dax clawed to get a grip of something as he went flying in the air. Lading his small body in a ribcage of a storm skag. The small rat trying to calm down his heavy breathing. I guess that answer his question. Looking over at Deimos he leaned forward. “Isssss friend alright and thanksss,” even though he was a rat he stilled like to show manners.
Giggling still, he snatched up Dax’s tiny head in his mouth, gave him a thorough shake while slobbering all over his brow.
"Hold me touch me kissssss me!!"
“Get away from me! Gah! You stink more than usual!”
Head twisted to one side, he loped along after the funny little cyborg who didn’t smell like rotting skag meat, but soap and hydraulic fluid. He had no real intention of catching him, or hurting him, because though he paroled outside the Preserve sometimes, he was completely harmless. “LEGSSS!”
Dax looked at the huge mutant. He sniffed in deep and wiggled a bit. So this is what bathing was to roll around in you own trash and wiggle and squiggle. Dax grew excited by the idea. “May Dax try or is it for only Deimosss?” The small rat asked shyly.
Hefting himself up out of his dirt bath, Dima charged at the teeny tiny runty rat, knocking into him head first and tripping as they rolled. His laughter was maniacal even though he face planted in the pebbled turf.
Dax looked over at his friend a confused squeak coming from him. Getting from his dirt pile he was playing with he made his way over to the large rat rolling. Dax sneezed quietly the stench was amazing yet horrendous. “Umm what is Deimossss doing?”
Scrawny arms and legs flailing in the air like a discombobulated tarantula, the offensive stink of what he rolled in was rivaled only by the noise he made. “BATH TIME!”
He’s laying on the ground screaming again, gleefully shouting at the sky for his own personal reasons; rolling around in dirt and what remained of a skag carcas that died months ago. Deimos had been saving it for a special occasion, and today -- today was a great day.
Cosi has left him an arm. Just a random arm for him and has skittered off to hide.
If he ever needed a hand, now was the time to make a dumb joke about it. Deimos giggled to himself as he picked it up, turned it over. A nice hand. Well manicured fingers. Probably off some dead, dessicated Hyperion soldier.
"Tasssste him, them, from th-the inssssside!"
Stooping to all fours and shoving his face closer to the mutant, Fido cocked his head, “Tasssssste what?” Whatever he meant, the pup was up for it, eager for distraction and more than interested in the rat.
Nimble and springy, Fido played along happily, heart pounding with sheer excitement as they wiggled in the dirt. Every little nip and bite the rat gave was met with a snarl, though his own teeth remained fixed around the bone defensively, leaving his primary weapon all but useless. His hands had risen on reflex, half pawing and deflecting here and there, but never outright trying to shove Deimos off. His head jerked back when Nikolai spoke up again, twisting mostly onto his side in place, stretching his neck up. Eyes squint as he tried to figure out what the hell had been said- wasn’t anything he recognized. “What was that?” He asked, muffled but understandable. He finally put one hand on the rat’s face, struggling to hold him off a little more earnestly this time.
Wholly undeterred, he caught the other end of Fido’s chew toy and pulled back, shaking his head side to side and humming out a throaty growl. As the bandit rolled onto his side, Deimos took that as the perfect opportunity to flop down on top of him, spindly arms caged around much narrower shoulders. “Issss ssssay, play nice, nice... Deimossss...” Nikolai had no way of knowing when the playful scuffling might turn lethal; the mutant put more faith in his new best friend. Even though the scrawny little pup didn’t make a decent pillow; too bony.
THIS IS ALL AU BOT’S FAULT
sorry not sorry
(i dunno i just saw office au an’ i tried to imagine how will be mordecai look like in this au an’ THIS HOT LEGS just killed me i.. i just .. could not…..)
PRETTY LAAAAADY!!
"Tasssste him, them, from th-the inssssside!"
Stooping to all fours and shoving his face closer to the mutant, Fido cocked his head, “Tasssssste what?” Whatever he meant, the pup was up for it, eager for distraction and more than interested in the rat.
He didn’t need to be told twice, going straight for the savory offering waved in his face with snapping teeth. This new friend was quickly rising on his list of favorites- and it made him wonder if the long trek back to his camp would even be worth it. Maybe he could stay here a while, make his old crew keenly feel his absence. He considered that as he made short work of the food, gnawing on the bone as he tongued the last fleshy bits off. Now how best to show his gratitude? Wasn’t like he actually had a tail to wag, but that didn’t stop him from wiggling as he butt his head against the nearest bit of the rat he could reach, rubbing his unkempt flop of hair against him. He gave a playful snarl over the bone, convinced that would communicate his feelings just fine.
Understanding came as a sibilant hiss, a smiling snarl in return. An ill-timed wiggle as he launched himself at this new friend, knocked the struggling and squirming bandit flat in the dirt. Laughter was a low, gritty growl as fangs snapped at Fido’s flailing arms, and he managed to grab hold of some fleshy bit. Not enough to cause too much damage, a few scrapes from broken, jagged teeth as they tussled. “Tshchatel'no, Dimotschka.” Deimos pointedly ignored Nikolai’s admonishment, spitting out Fido’s dirt-streaked arm only to resume snapping at his face.
“Whyyyyy?”
“Because you smell like piss and rotten meat and you eat people. Go away.”
“Isssss bath time? Friendsss-s-share! Yesss? Yess.”
“LOVE ME!!!”
“Whyyyyy?”
“Hnnnng yessss!!”
“Not with you.”
“LOVE ME!!!”
"Ssss...Ssssebassstian!"
Sebastian’s first instinct was to duck and hide. Then unwilling pity took over and Sebastian glanced over Sanctuary’s wall, frowning. Sure, Deimos might repulse him with every atom of his being, but he still had pity for the bandit-turned-rat. Still had that gun Deimos had given him, too.
So he poked his head over the edge of the wall, at what he hoped was a safe distance from the mutated freak of nature.
“What?”
Raising his head to sniff at the air, and the sweet citrus-laced cologne carried on the breeze, the mutant’s awful mouth hung open ever so slightly, sharp teeth peeking out behind black lips. The sound he made at the lithe offworlder who chose to walk along the city’s wall like some stray feline was an awful, mournful sound, an inhuman howl that could have damn near woken the dead. “Hnnnn-Niotkuda! WHY?” A hand clapped over his eye as he shook his head rattled around on his scrawny neck. For a creature who held little value for money, he couldn’t wrap his warped brain around why a friend would blind another. They were friends, once, good friends, of that the rat had no doubt, when Sebastian came out of the home he shared with the nomad, scented of sweat and sex and all manner of delicious things Deimos would have eagerly licked from his thighs. Now, he only wanted to eat the man’s entrails while he was alive and suffered, though he was far from the mutant’s grasp, a faraway song bird perched on the wall.
"Tasssste him, them, from th-the inssssside!"
Stooping to all fours and shoving his face closer to the mutant, Fido cocked his head, “Tasssssste what?” Whatever he meant, the pup was up for it, eager for distraction and more than interested in the rat.
Fido followed, lingering back and then crouching to the ground a short while off. The smell was enticing- and it had been too long since he’d gotten his teeth into something- but even laid back as the gathering seemed, he watched first, trying to understand what he’d been led into. Deimos’ petty thievery being met with laughter -fondness, even- left some stir of emotion in his chest that he wasn’t equipped to understand. He huffed to himself, but forgot it as soon as Deimos drew back, slobbering as he spoke over the meat. “Friends of the friend?” He asked, nodding to the gathering. Only discipline kept him from nosing for the chunk, licking his teeth as he wondered if he could steal a scrap, too.
“Frienthsss.” A curt nod and he dropped the morsel into a warped hand, dangling the rakk leg meat by a bone. Hot grease and sauce dripped, splattered in the dirt as Dima waggled the offering at Fido, still licking at the barbecue seasoning smeared across his own lips. Family, properly; a humble collection of rejects who were outcasts even among outcasts. Marginalized psychos that lacked bloodlust, marauders who once served in Hyperion’s corporate armies, a former Zafford clansman who fell in love with a Hodunk. “Isss for the ssskag-friend. Eat, eat.”
"Tasssste him, them, from th-the inssssside!"
Stooping to all fours and shoving his face closer to the mutant, Fido cocked his head, “Tasssssste what?” Whatever he meant, the pup was up for it, eager for distraction and more than interested in the rat.
What a relief- well, almost, anyway- he was slightly confused as to where exactly they were going, given he hadn’t even mentioned where his own home was. The scent of something cooking nearby was fine enough reason to follow- and Deimos’ words left him nodding and scampering right in his tracks, butting his head against his shoulder happily as he caught up. Whether or not Deimos’ husband would be happy to see he brought home a stray was to be seen.
Sparing no time for pleasantries, the lanky beast bounded up to the old nomad in the blue coat. A few others were clustered around the dying fire with him, laughing at whatever joke some other had told. A one legged midget rat, cozy on Nika’s broad lap, happy to snap open second hand bones and suck out the rich marrow, a bruiser more interested in his book than the approaching mutant, miscellaneous marauders all aloof after a hearty dinner and too much ale. “Have enough of causing trouble today, moya Dimotschka?” Snatching up a sizable hunk of meat from the blind nomad’s plate only earned Deimos a bemused laugh; there was plenty to go around, after all, though more curious was the unfamiliar blip in the electromagnetic signature of his camp. A low hum of static that Dima returned to, proudly dangling his pilfered prize from his jaws. “Isssth foodssth!”
