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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

watch a goddamn disney movie one day

[His voice out loud again, still muffled but now speaking directly to someone, in his usual casual tone of voice.]

Okay, Pipi No-stockings, your real dad's all woken up and everything. Am I free to go now?

[The reply is a sleepy, grackling meow, and absolutely no movement follows it.]

[omertae]

He sounds like he's in agony. What the fuck did you do to him? Where are you?

[ That's all Eiffel's getting for now, because Angelo's thundering out of bed and stumbling around like a newborn baby deer trying to get used to its legs. Actually, that was a lie, he's not done. ]

I'm hungry. What the fuck.

[littletonoidea]

I'm trapped. Help me Obi Wan Cannoli, you're my only hope.

[His voice is deadpan and unhurried, and he'll be found on Angelo's couch, lounging in the corner of it.

And fully settled into his lap is Gabby, completely at ease.]

[omertae]

[ Good God, Angelo's so fucking stupid.

Angelo whirls around to follow the sound of Eiffel's voice, which he'd actually somehow thought was still coming from his phone. He stares in dumbfounded silence for a few seconds, and then hurries over to him to pick Gabbana up, holding him close to his chest. Gabbana is purring so fiercely that it's making Angelo's whole chest pang with the vibrations. ]

How long was I out?

[ The only reason he's not freaking out about this more is that Roman literally just got done being comatose. This is probably one of those things. It's fine. ]

[littletonoidea]

[Is it weird that he kind of misses the weight of the spoiled little brat? Gabby too.

He dusts his jeans off as he stands up, trying to be casual. ]

Well, on the plus side, you're not running for gold on the Barge's longest coma, so there's that.

[omertae]

[ Why is he kind of disappointed by that. Angelo wrinkles his nose, but his attention is mostly on Gabbana, who seems mollified to see him up and about again, but he's not squirming to get away. So that's something. ]

Are you allergic to giving straight answers?

[littletonoidea]

It's something I've been charged with guilty for before.

[Look it's just weird to say it, and he ruffles his hair, half loosening his ponytail and pulling the elastic out completely so he can retie it.]

It's been a month. Almost exactly.

[omertae]

... Huh.

[ Angelo sounds unconcerned. He feels unconcerned. Most of the things that happen on this fucking boat are godawful torture parties anyway, so he probably lucked out. ]

Does anyone know why this shit even happens?

[littletonoidea]

If we did, it'd probably happen a lot less often. You didn't miss much, though. Spent a whole-ass week in Mos Eisley collecting bits and bobs to keep this old tin can doing her full Parsec run.

[omertae]

[ Angelo sighs wearily. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about. You do know that, right?

[littletonoidea]

Well, maybe you should get out more. You know I do movie nights like, most nights a week in the common rooms, right?

[omertae]

Hard pass. I'm not a movies guy.

[littletonoidea]

You do music? I know a guy with a record player, if you're into the classics.

[Look he's trying.]

[omertae]

Mm-mn. [ Angelo shakes his head. ] Listen, just don't bother. When I was a kid my mom wouldn't let me watch cartoons because they gave her migraines. I just never got into any of that shit. And now I'm a grown adult.

[littletonoidea]

I mean, even grown adults need something to keep 'em going stir-crazy. [He gives both arms a lazy flap, gesturing to the room at large.] And you don't have a kitchen here, so I figured there's gotta be something you wanna do with your free time besides try and pick fights with the other chefs on your off-shifts.

[omertae]

[ Angelo stares at Eiffel, and then down at Gabbana, and then up at Eiffel again. He gestures with his free hand at the cat. ]

[littletonoidea]

Yeah, yeah, your cat's your little Prince Charming. [And he'll move closer to give Gabby a rub between his ears, gently massaging with the pads of his fingers. He did learn!] Cat is life. Got it.

[omertae]

[ The way Eiffel pets Gabbana instantly makes him rocket up several points in Angelo's estimation. When he was a kid, his grandpa told him that you could always tell a bad person from how they treated animals, and it's reassuring to know that Eiffel, when saddled with looking after such a high-maintenance and deeply snooty cat, actually bothered to try. Not that Angelo's going to say any of that. ]

He takes a lot of looking after. And what else am I gonna do, learn to crochet?

[littletonoidea]

[Eiffel's eyes immediately widen and practically sparkle with delight.]

Oh my god, you could make him all his fancy sweaters. Fashion de Salucci!

[omertae]

[ Okay, well, don't threaten him with a good time, Eiffel. ]

I don't think he likes to be measured.