07-09-2018, 10:52 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
The loud crash of a door slamming open caught his attention, managing to yank his gaze away from Hazel's face as his head cocked to the side. Human hearing was weird, he determined, but it was... familiar, in a way. Hosts had been human in the past, so perhaps he was programmed in a weird way to take to it. Whatever. Not important at the time: what was important was that something had just slammed, and he stared towards the doorway in puzzlement, unable to exact place the sounds.
When a familiar aura popped into view, understanding hit -- oh, there was that flaring, distressed aura. He hadn't realized this would strike the girls to, and he breathed out, "Oh, Delta." She was... fucking filthy, which was to be expected, and there was a split second to register her presence before she started shrieking at them. Bast squinted. Those screams were vaguely familiar, warped by her human throat, but... strikingly on point. Huh. Could he mimic her better in this form?
He shook off the tangent thought, and hastily stepped away from the group (with a quick glance towards Hazel) before he was heading to Delta, one hand up. "Hey, Delta, easy," he drawled, making soft warbled noises in the back of his throat as usual. Oh, yeah, that did sound closer. Weird, but whatever. He eyed her, determining she wouldn't understand him even now, likely, and noted up close that she was short. Shorter than him, for one. Much shorter.
And... not wearing clothes, actually. Human modesty wasn't really a concept he understood or cared for, given that he was not human, obviously. He had only put a shirt on because everyone else seemed to be clothed, and it took him a second to realize that oh, Delta should probably also be wearing clothes. "Uh-- Right," he said, glancing away from her as he conjured a blanket in his hands, "Here-- just. Hold that. Around you."
He fumbled it towards her, brought his gaze to her eyes, kept it there, because he had phantom memories of human hosts and knew that looking down would be... rude. Realized after a moment that she likely would have no idea what the fuck he was doing with this blanket, and sighed as he awkwardly leaned towards her, shifted the wadded fabric to one hand, passed it behind her head to his other, and draped it over her shoulders.
"Good, see? All those human morals abided by. Okay, food..." A pause. "I doubt you can have raw meat," he muttered, and a moment later there was jerky in his hand, assuming that if Wash ate it, it was a more human friendly food. "C'mon, Delta, come eat over here," he drawled, offering her one piece and pointedly backing up towards the others with the rest. He followed it up with a nonsensical vibration, glancing briefly over his shoulder as his gaze found Hazel again, once.
When a familiar aura popped into view, understanding hit -- oh, there was that flaring, distressed aura. He hadn't realized this would strike the girls to, and he breathed out, "Oh, Delta." She was... fucking filthy, which was to be expected, and there was a split second to register her presence before she started shrieking at them. Bast squinted. Those screams were vaguely familiar, warped by her human throat, but... strikingly on point. Huh. Could he mimic her better in this form?
He shook off the tangent thought, and hastily stepped away from the group (with a quick glance towards Hazel) before he was heading to Delta, one hand up. "Hey, Delta, easy," he drawled, making soft warbled noises in the back of his throat as usual. Oh, yeah, that did sound closer. Weird, but whatever. He eyed her, determining she wouldn't understand him even now, likely, and noted up close that she was short. Shorter than him, for one. Much shorter.
And... not wearing clothes, actually. Human modesty wasn't really a concept he understood or cared for, given that he was not human, obviously. He had only put a shirt on because everyone else seemed to be clothed, and it took him a second to realize that oh, Delta should probably also be wearing clothes. "Uh-- Right," he said, glancing away from her as he conjured a blanket in his hands, "Here-- just. Hold that. Around you."
He fumbled it towards her, brought his gaze to her eyes, kept it there, because he had phantom memories of human hosts and knew that looking down would be... rude. Realized after a moment that she likely would have no idea what the fuck he was doing with this blanket, and sighed as he awkwardly leaned towards her, shifted the wadded fabric to one hand, passed it behind her head to his other, and draped it over her shoulders.
"Good, see? All those human morals abided by. Okay, food..." A pause. "I doubt you can have raw meat," he muttered, and a moment later there was jerky in his hand, assuming that if Wash ate it, it was a more human friendly food. "C'mon, Delta, come eat over here," he drawled, offering her one piece and pointedly backing up towards the others with the rest. He followed it up with a nonsensical vibration, glancing briefly over his shoulder as his gaze found Hazel again, once.
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