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jaded_grinRude sighed, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses, knowing his partner was too intent on animal rescue to notice.
The red-headed terror had, for the last twenty minutes, been attempting to coax a small gray cat out from behind a dumpster. Considering that this was the same person who routinely put the heel of his boot through people’s faces and laughed when he fried them with his EMR, this animal-sensitive side of him was rather surprising…or would be if Rude had never seen it before. He had no room to point fingers if
“Come on, baby kitty, come out,
Seeing it stir towards
“Motherfuckingsonofagoddamnedmonkeyfuckingbitch!”
“—touch it,” Rude finished, sighing a little as his partner skittered away from the alley and the cat, which had clawed four parallel furrows in his left hand.
Hurt blue eyes flicked up, hoping for sympathy as those furrows filled with dark red blood and welled over, deeper than Rude had expected.
“Not even a ‘how deep is it,’ Rude?”
Rude started a belated warning yet again and sighed in exasperation when
The little gray cat wriggled out onto the street and twined around
“Fickle little fucker,”
“Leave the cat alone,
“I am leaving it alone, it ain’t reciprocatin’ yo!”
“1101,” Rude said, peering at the rusted numbers.
“Says Tseng,”
“Meh?” the cat sassed, looking up at him with expectation, clearly thinking he owed it something. “Mrrrwrow?”
“Whatchu askin’ me for, fucker? I ain’t the one who told you to go in the stupid alley in the first goddamned place—”
Rude took another steadying breath and tried to pretend that he was with a professional—not with his best friend, who was currently involved in an argument with a feline…which the cat was winning.
“This is the place,” Rude said, and turned to find
“What?”
“
The man’s thin brows rose up in innocent inquiry. It baffled Rude sometimes how someone could be so decadent but so guileless. One of the many incongruities about his partner—cursing angel, carefree killer, naïve slut, clueless conspirator. Nothing about
Life without
“You can’t take the cat in for a hit,” Rude calmly told him.
“
“Fine!” he sighed, put out. He kissed the cat on the forehead (Rude silently winced, wishing for mouthwash and the liberty to use it on
“Don’t wander off, yo,”
“Can we just do this, please?” Rude asked, feeling a headache threaten. And why was he surprised that
“Hey, yo, what the fuck?”
Rude sighed.
It was really all he could do.
The cat, of course, was flopped out in a patch of sunlight when they emerged, blood-splattered and victorious, mission accomplished.
Rude sighed again when
“You aren’t putting that thing in my car,” he announced.
“Chill, yo, I can walk home from here,”
“But, hey, buddy, think you could do me a faaaavor?” Reno wheedled, batting his big eyes at Rude, who just silently wished he were a religious man with the strength of a god behind him. Instead, he gave his partner a flat look and retraced his steps to the car.
“No, serious, yo!”
“You aren’t putting it in my car,” Rude reminded.
“I know,”
Rude looked back against his better judgment, knowing it was a moot point already. If Reno hadn’t reminded him so much of his little brother, if the young man’s face didn’t fall into such melancholy sadness, if he didn’t have that fucking pout down so well…a million “if’s” and maybe Rude would be able to stick to his guns once in awhile.
“Think you could just drop us at the Pet Mart?”
Rude pushed his glasses back up. He could win if he really wanted to. It was a consoling thought.
“Get in,” he rumbled, and hit the unlock button on his keychain.
“Thanks, pal!”
He wound up pushing the trolley at the Pet Mart, something he did with great dignity.
He wound up driving them back to Reno’s apartment and unloading the car, and then he had to put in his reluctant opinion on the best place for the cat-box, had to advise Reno about the depth of clay in said cat-box, had to help him take the tags off of the wicker basket-bed and find a spot for it, had to pour the cat food into a special bowl for it. He drew the line, however, when it came to cat bath-time. Not even
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Date: 2008-11-03 02:31 am (UTC)I think Reno's slut days are going to take a turn for the interesting and painful... and not in a fun way. =)
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Date: 2008-11-03 07:58 pm (UTC)more animals (http://icanhascheezburger.com)
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Date: 2008-11-03 03:14 am (UTC)Ya Know..
Date: 2008-11-03 03:54 am (UTC)I love this fic!!!! *Squee*
And, I found a line I absoloutly love in this story.. What was it...? Oh, yeah--overexposure to nonsense-inducing Renoistic oddities. *thank god for copy/paste, or I'd've spent a good fifteen minutes going back and spell-checking that..* (I think I'll add that as my mood thingy on myspace) ;)
Anyway, you gotta send me messages when you post new stuff on LJ, cuz I'm not on here that often, and when I get on, I'm soooo far behind that, well... meh!
K, LaterZ!!
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Date: 2008-11-03 06:19 am (UTC)Speaking from experience, animals are the best chaperones. Cats attack your partner, dogs sit between you, and both make one hell of a fuss if you try and shut them out of the room. Bad luck, Reno.
Hooray for fluff!
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