"Sn-nn-ipp--ppy!" Through the shaking the Captain was getting, it was hard to reprimand their minion properly. This was not how things were supposed to go at all: Snippy should have been chased away by bees at this point, or perhaps left groveling on the ground for some other reason. Also, Captain's jaw sang whenever they tried to conspiratorially hiss, which meant that it was going to be throbbing in pain very shortly. "HALT THIS MADNESS AT ONCE YOU WIGGLY OAF!"
Well, that wasn't conspiratorial whispering anymore, but then, how long had Snippy really expected the Captain to respect his true wishes?
For now, everything under Captain's layers and layers of sweater-bits was being kept well in hand, as they were grasping at their torso as though it was their last life-saver, and a favourite flavour at that. It was more important even than remaining upright, which was something of a difficulty under the kind of treatment they were getting. Did Snippy understand how difficult it was to mince over docking bay floors in stocking feet, not to mention the multiple layers of Zion's assisted living district and every layer of the cake between there and here?! At some point Captain was going to have to instill better mindfulness of the soleful regions.
Yes, the straw was going to stay on their person, at least until that point. Soon enough they placed the full brunt of their dirty hand on Snippy's face, forcefully pushing him back. "Pull your face back together my friend, it is making the most thrilling attempt to escape in every direction and I mustn't be made to chase after each caterpillar and stray hair. Deep breaths!"
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Well, that wasn't conspiratorial whispering anymore, but then, how long had Snippy really expected the Captain to respect his true wishes?
For now, everything under Captain's layers and layers of sweater-bits was being kept well in hand, as they were grasping at their torso as though it was their last life-saver, and a favourite flavour at that. It was more important even than remaining upright, which was something of a difficulty under the kind of treatment they were getting. Did Snippy understand how difficult it was to mince over docking bay floors in stocking feet, not to mention the multiple layers of Zion's assisted living district and every layer of the cake between there and here?! At some point Captain was going to have to instill better mindfulness of the soleful regions.
Yes, the straw was going to stay on their person, at least until that point. Soon enough they placed the full brunt of their dirty hand on Snippy's face, forcefully pushing him back. "Pull your face back together my friend, it is making the most thrilling attempt to escape in every direction and I mustn't be made to chase after each caterpillar and stray hair. Deep breaths!"