Carver doesn’t respond, just rests his chin on his knees and watches the kitten go whole hog on her dinner and then, almost daintily, begin to clean herself off when she’s done. Her little tail giggled back and forth and she’s so unguarded it scares him sometimes, all the ways she doesn’t know how to protect herself. She’s not like the war dogs at all.
Maybe that’s the point, though.
Carver scrubs at his face and watches the kitten, feeling nothing but tired. Rosita will find the kitchen well stocked and meticulously organized, ever inch of it scrubbed clean. He’s the only person who’s ever used it. He wonders, briefly, what will happen to it once he’s kicked out.
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Date: 2023-10-10 06:06 pm (UTC)From:Maybe that’s the point, though.
Carver scrubs at his face and watches the kitten, feeling nothing but tired. Rosita will find the kitchen well stocked and meticulously organized, ever inch of it scrubbed clean. He’s the only person who’s ever used it. He wonders, briefly, what will happen to it once he’s kicked out.