For the fic prompts: anything you want to write!! I just really love your writing! (if you want a suggestion I'd say involving anyone on the talkers because I love them all very much)
oh that’s so sweet thank you!! i have picked a random number and the small corner of moist talkers lore i am familiar with let’s go
13. things you said at the kitchen table
Kiki keeps picking at her cuticles.
It’s a nervous habit, one that she can’t quite shake. It’s why she wears gloves most of the time, but every now and again she just needs something to do with her fingers.
She played half a game today. Half a game after the most incinerations anyone has ever seen. And tomorrow’s supposed to be an eclipse too.
Quack nudges her foot. When she looks up, Ortiz Morse is there, looking at her curiously. She waves.
Morse waves back. And then, to her surprise, he signs, “You want dinner?”
“Please,” Kiki signs back. Then she pauses. “Can you cook?”
Morse laughs. “Sometimes. Want to try your luck?”
“Might as well.”
He nods, but doesn’t quite turn away. Instead, he takes a seat across from her at the kitchen table. “Hell of a first day.”
Kiki pauses. She feels like she should say she’s sorry, or she’s scared, or she’s... something. Instead she answers, “I’m looking forward to getting to know the team.”
“They’re looking forward to getting to know you.” Morse pauses, glancing at Quack for half a second, and adds, “Both of you.”
Quack makes a pleased sound. Kiki can’t help but agree; anyone who notices Quack is good in her book. “I’m looking forward to playing.”
Morse nods, although he looks sadder now, just a little. “It’s good, sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Some days are like today.”
“But other games?”
Morse smiles. She can’t tell what he’s thinking of, but she can tell it’s something good. “Some games are legendary,” he answers, “and that’s worth all the rest.”
