I have re-watched JaidenAnimation Tostada video again and I was wondering how is Tarn's cat is doing? How many troubles has the cat been? How did the relationship with the Cat's caretaker from the shelter and Tarn progressed?
Visco is Visco. And by that, I mean the silly photovoltaikitten gets into so many messes.
Tarn once woke up, choking because a gooey Visco decided to sleep near his face, and he rolled over. He inhaled half of his pet before spewing slime across the room. He learned that lesson as Nickel had to vacuum out his innards to get every scrap of kitten. Unfortunately, Visco still gives him sad optics and sadder mews when Tarn puts it in the fitted pet bed in the alcove above his berth.
Ever since Nickel caught Visco lifting a recovering, bare-faced Tarn's shuttered optic with a delicate claw, she seals Visco in cube to keep the little paws away from optical components and immune ointments. With a proper seal, it's a purring lava lamp.
If Tarn isn't around, then Visco will follow the Pet. It considers the turbofox's nipping as affection, even when the Pet licks up a third of its mass. Kaon has slipped on the kitten's half-state multiple times. The other mechs are fascinated, horrified, disgusted, bamboozled, and so many layered, conflicting emotions from the sight of purple goo with bright green opticd oozing out of the Pet's orifices and Kaon's pedes to regroup into a Visco. Once, the Pet sneezed out the gelatinous mass to see it wibble its way to the kitten. (Kaon, with his sightless vision, was wondering why the team stopped eating.)
Nickel likes a well-organized, clean medbay. Visco also likes a well-organized, clean medbay. The medic grieves since the little idiot will cause things to fall on its body. Visco doesn't even yowl in distress. It just lies in a puddle, content in its smushed state, until Nickel comes to investigate and scraps it back into cohesion.
Nickel isn't too mad since Visco does have a black light mode. When Visco is curious or interested in something, those green optics get bigger and more luminous to act as a light. She uses it on Helex and Tesarus to ensure they're following proper hygiene.
If Visco isn't at the medbay and the mechs are out hunting, then the kitten is napping in the innards of Tarn's collection of miners.
Drove Tesarus to rage-induced crash since Visco managed to squeeze its way into his hidden snack compartment... with a crate of Visco bottles. He knows the culprit is the kitten. There's tiny paw prints everywhere.
A new routine: upon the Justice Division return from a hunt, Visco will immediately scurry into Tarn's office and plop itself at the terminal, right by the speakers, so the vibrations will jiggle its whole mass into different shapes from the different vibrations. Tarn expands his playlists into other kinds of instrumentals since Visco enjoys video game music and opera.
Everyone keeps a close watch on their cubes and cups due to Visco's flailing attempts to land their belly to stuff itself into a tight space with food. The kitten is able to hop around, but anything that requires a proper jump will send it belly-flopping onto the surface, missing the target by a foot. Whatever agility the experimented photovoltaikitten lacks is made up through ridiculous stats of luck and vitality.
You would like to keep it professional. Tarn deeply appreciates it, especially with home visits for Visco's checkups, your commitment to paperwork and guidelines, and unflappibility with 'little' messes.
But because of that, Tarn's subordinates think you're a perfect candidate for their Commander, especially when they once found you wrangling a gator, so your frame definitely has the strength to shove the tank...
They're trying to play matchmaker in hopes of loosening the stick up Tarn's exhaust pipe. Once they found out you and him weren't dating, they figured out Tarn has a soft spot for anything Visco-related, so they might as well start campaigning on it.
Right now, they're harassing stalking gathering information at their workplace to nurture compatibility.
"Sir, this the Pound-" You ignore Vos' interruption. Primal Vernacular may not be part of the educational modules, but you can definitely tell he said something sultry or risqué with that cock of his hips. "Please get down from the terminal. I need access to process the appointment."
Kaon yanks off Vos in a single, violent tug that forces the gunformer to crash hard into the ground. That smile doesn't leave his face, even when he deliberately steps over his groaning teammate.
You look down at the drooling turbofox by Kaon's side. You suppress the shiver down your spinal struts at Kaon's expression. There's something about the way those dark, empty optics, the tight, closed smile, and the tilt of his head makes you want to back away, slow and steady, and never taking your line of sight from him.
"The Commander has nothing but praise for your work. I'm here for my own pet."