poly_chromatic | 020: VIDEO

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house m.d. - robert chase

020: VIDEO

[Not long after midnight and the scrub room at the hospital looks like it's been deserted by one very messy surgeon. Crumpled, bloodied blue cotton lies in a pile on the tiled floor.]

YIP. YIPYIPAWOOO.

[And then something starts nudging the network device until it's leaning up against the heap. Something with a little wet nose, a little furry face, and ears. Not so little ears.]

YIP RRRRRR.

[Device placed to show the heavy swing doors, the creature (smaller than a cat, not quite as long as a side of A4) rushes headlong into them, failing to make any impact whatsoever. Scrabbling with his sharp claws has an equally dismal effect.]

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

[But at least they're soundproof.]

[ooc: GRAB BAG! Chase will be a fennec fox for the duration of the weekend, please feel free to run into him anywhere over any part of it, or video tag for yipping and contemporary mime. He will be let out of the scrub room!]

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Areee-rooooroooo.

(People keep trying to feed me cat food.)

[Little legs trot midair]

Yip?

(Has anyone told you you smell funny?)

[She reaches to hold his hindquarters and puts him on her chest]

Are you cursed?

Rrrrf. Yip.

(No, it's a new haircut. Yes.)

One yip for yes, two for no.

Do you live here

Yip!

(And I can count.)

[He scrabbles a little further up, getting pawholds on her shoulder.]

Do you occasionally sleep in my bed?

Roooooo.

(Occasionally.)

Yip.

(Hi.)

Hello, Robert.

[She holds him with one arm on her chest]

Are you hungry?

YipyipyipYIPYIPyip. Rrrf.

(I came to get an apple I nearly had it it kept rolling away but I was going to bite it and -

sorry. Yes.)

[With her free arm she gets the apple and takes the first bite - just so he has a ledge to grip - and offers it to him.]

[It's a messy process, this, and possible she should have put him down first. He grumbles an apology - mouth full - as fragments of apple cling to her neck.]

[She seems unbothered, but her jaw is working to chew - she doesn't eat solid food often, a little bite won't hurt her but chewing is sort of foreign.]

I could offer liver, too.

Yrrrff.

(This is good, thanks.)

[Sticking his face in a bowl of raw meat sounds about as appealing to his still-human sensibilities as did the cat food. Besides which, the apple is surprisingly filling. Less than half way through he pauses for a break, laying his head against her shoulder.

Then, curious, nudging his wet nose into the seam between shoulder and neck.]

[She's warm but doesn't smell like anything.]

Have you had a trying day?

[She really doesn't. Even a chair would smell of the polish. His sniffing is noisy enough to be heard.]

Rooo-yipyip.

(There's been a lot of trying involved.)

[Trying to negotiate the world when you're less than a foot high and lacking an opposable thumb? Well, it's a bitch.]

The smell won't come, Robert.

[If it were possible for a fox to look sheepish, he might.]

Rff-reeeeee. Roo yip?

(I've never wondered if spiders left a scent trail before. No Sweat glands?)

It's supernatural.

Awooo.

(Wouldn't be my first choice of abilities.)

Indeed.

[She sets the half-eaten apple down and starts heading upstairs with him.]

Arf-rrrr.

(We could have saved that for later. God, I miss pockets.)

Ree?

(What are you doing?)

Sadly I don't speak fox.

[And he never learned sign language, but he tries his best, pointing his muzzle up the stairs and keening with a questioning inflection.]

Reeee?

(What are we doing?)

I have paperwork, and considering your stomach and your current metabolic processes, after eating that apple you're going to get sleepy shortly.

Rrrrph.

(You're taking me for a nap.)

[Even the growl manages to sound huffy.]

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