Here's the thing about a Firefly: all of those wacky little twists, turns, and nooks in the interior are good -- no, great -- for freelance transport
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"Hullo, Wash. It's been far too long since I spoke with you last."
He notices the baby. "Good Lord, it's been even longer than I thought. It seems like it was just yesterday I'd heard the good news. How is the family?"
Finger-wiggling! Clearly, this is a man worth knowing. Naomi beams, showing off a few teeth, and then turns her face against her dad's shirt to peek at Tom sidelong.
"Shi a," says Wash with a good-natured sigh, tucking his stylus behind his ear. "I don't even think I've been in here in two months."
Pause.
"Though part of that's because the last time I was I got turned into a puppet," he finishes casually.
"Ingress told me about that madness. Seems she helped someone called the Doctor return to his normal self. How was the whole turning to cloth experience?"
He waggles his fingers once more at Naomi just as she peeks again.
Shriek! Naomi buries her entire face in Wash's shirt, giggling. He chuckles as he adjusts his hold on her.
"Well," he says, stretching out the word as he searches for some other ones. "It was..."
More floundering.
"Very felt-like. And tiny." Solemn, in that way where it's too solemn to be real, "And full of people laughing at me and my sad, sad state of felt-y existence."
"Nah," and he's grinning again, "went back through the front door and I was fine. And this one was pretty happy to have her dad suddenly be her size for a couple of hours."
He bounces Naomi a little. She peeks up at him, hands still fisted in his shirt.
"So not so much with the 'ordeal' as the 'wacky and bizarre inconvenience.'"
"Well, there's Milliways for you. Door was infected by cursed tofu near Christmastime. She became a driven businesswoman. It was most unsettling till the curse was broken."
He's... just not going to mention how it was broken.
Wash lifts an eyebrow. "Yeah, I got warned against the tofu a couple days after I got back. Guài yì de. Of all the things to start a wacky and highly disturbing bar-wide personality change, why would they make it tofu? Hell if I was gonna do that I'd make it fresh oranges. Or something with chocolate. Maybe oranges with chocolate."
Slowly, slooooowly, Naomi turns her attention back to Tom.
"Hey, yeah," says Wash thoughtfully. "I should've thought of that. Clearly having a kid is making me go soft on my attempts at being a criminal mastermind."
He kisses the top of Naomi's head.
"You hear that?" he chides. "You're making your already soft dad go even softer." And back to Tom: "So you been up to anything else besides moonbrained-making tofu?"
"I've been helping to keep the peace, or something resembling it, as best I can. That along with caring for the children and spending time with my gorgeous wife has kept me happily busy."
"Yeah, sounds a lot like how things've been going with us. Plus the entertaining of occasional tourists who wanna go -- "
He widens his eyes.
"'You live on a spaceship? Can I see? Can I can I can I?'" Dropping back to his normal voice with a laugh, "Not like I blame 'em, besides, it's fun giving tours."
"Hullo, Wash. It's been far too long since I spoke with you last."
He notices the baby. "Good Lord, it's been even longer than I thought. It seems like it was just yesterday I'd heard the good news. How is the family?"
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Wash looks up, too, but breaks into a grin instead.
"Tom, hey! Good to see you, we're shiny, busy as all hell but -- " He gestures to the other side of the booth. "You wanna sit?"
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Naomi keeps staring at him, then offers a solemn, "Ah-bah-buh," and slaps the blueprints again.
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"I feel wretched that it's been so long. I reckon we both got caught up in our lives. How are things on Serenity?"
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"Shi a," says Wash with a good-natured sigh, tucking his stylus behind his ear. "I don't even think I've been in here in two months."
Pause.
"Though part of that's because the last time I was I got turned into a puppet," he finishes casually.
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He waggles his fingers once more at Naomi just as she peeks again.
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"Well," he says, stretching out the word as he searches for some other ones. "It was..."
More floundering.
"Very felt-like. And tiny." Solemn, in that way where it's too solemn to be real, "And full of people laughing at me and my sad, sad state of felt-y existence."
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He rather wishes he'd had time to check out the puppets when they appeared.
He's just waiting for Naomi to turn back to him. There will be more finger waggling.
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He bounces Naomi a little. She peeks up at him, hands still fisted in his shirt.
"So not so much with the 'ordeal' as the 'wacky and bizarre inconvenience.'"
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He's... just not going to mention how it was broken.
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Slowly, slooooowly, Naomi turns her attention back to Tom.
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"If you really wanted to spread a curse effectively, you'd add it to the alcohol."
Not that he's thought of this as an option.
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"Hey, yeah," says Wash thoughtfully. "I should've thought of that. Clearly having a kid is making me go soft on my attempts at being a criminal mastermind."
He kisses the top of Naomi's head.
"You hear that?" he chides. "You're making your already soft dad go even softer." And back to Tom: "So you been up to anything else besides moonbrained-making tofu?"
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He widens his eyes.
"'You live on a spaceship? Can I see? Can I can I can I?'" Dropping back to his normal voice with a laugh, "Not like I blame 'em, besides, it's fun giving tours."
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