tampered | Log: Incomplete

When; Sep. 9th
Rating; PG (?)
Characters; Scarab

noh_dancer, Frederick Abberline

bloodyuseless
Summary; A thank you ( or I'm sorry?) gift.
Log;

Back to the wall.
Wait and count the steps

His footsteps moved away from the living room, and thus the frontdoor was clear.
She slipped in silently, and crept down the hall, all the while attempting to keep the little box in her hands from rustling too much.

Scarab's specialty had always been stealth reconaissance, so this little mission of sneaking into the apartement she now shared with Frederick was nothing too taxing.

Keeping her 'parcel' from giving her location away was.

For most of the morning she had been making trips to and from her old apartement. There wasn't much to collect other than her cameras, and the contents of her dark room, but Frederick had been completely aloof the entire time.
It worried her, because she was certain his rather emotionless agreement to her change in residence was all a front.
Her inital excitment at honestly being able to stay as long as she liked had vanished not too long after she had woken up this morning, and started packing.

Now Frederick was completely ignoring her, and only answering direct questions with simple one or two word answers...
She had been upset about the shift in attitude, and started contemplating whether she really should just repack everything and vacate by tonight...when she came across something that gave her a marvelous idea.

Now she had made it into the bedroom, and managed to awkwardly hide the cardboard box behind her back.

" Hi.." she said, fighting to keep a grin under control.

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Scarab's trips to and fro had acclimated Frederick to her movements; he'd easily been able to go into his own thoughts without her startling him, now. So when something was different - he felt her, like some old men felt the weather, but did not hear her.

Ah. Sneaky.

He remained where he was, continuing to read the book he'd nabbed from a dealer in the underground, feigning deep interest. He had been involved in some rather intense mental debate for a good two days now, and his mind was starting to feel the effects. If the list of reasons why being in a relationship with Scarab was a good thing was a mile long, the list of reasons why it was not was twice that. Most of them dealt in the past, yes... but convincing himself that his past was not his present was not so easy a task.

When she spoke, Frederick looked up, quirking an eyebrow. She was up to something. Possibly something sinister. When women were 'up' to 'things', they were not to be trusted.

"Hello."

Biting her lip to keep the mischievious grin under control, she nonchalantly strolled over and sat on the other side of the bed.

He was giving her a suspicious look now, and it only made fighting the giggles harder.

" I know your very fond of taking in waifs and strays" she started, managing a mock-solemn tone, " And so I had a feeling you would never turn away someone who is completly alone in this world."

With great ceremony, she brought her hands around to show she held a smallish cardboard box with several hastily knifed slits cut into the sides.

She set it down on the mattress before him, and as if on cue it shook a little and emitted a squeaky 'yip'.

((OOC: Had to get in one last response. Off now for reals! X3))

Frederick watched her curiously, and was about to respond when she presented her mysterious box. He moved to poke at it, but then it made a noise, and he stopped, hands poised in the air - he didn't know it, but he very much resembled his pirate doppleganger at the moment. She didn't. Did she?

Cautiously, he reached forward and opened the box, and was greeted by a painfully adorable little black face, which promptly yipped again and began pawing at his fingers.

"You..."

Frederick scooped up the puppy and held it eyelevel, not able to keep from grinning. He'd been thinking for some time now to get a dog as he'd missed his own companion from home, but he didn't think he'd ever said so to Keico. And even if he had, he didn't think he'd ever mentioned what sort of dog it was. She'd gotten it down to the breed! He shifted so that the puppy was seated in his lap, tiny paws scurrying about cheerfully.

She laughed and lay across the bed.
Propping her chin in her hands & swinging her feet, she watched the little thing attempt to stand on it's drunken looking legs, and grinned to herself.

Mission: Accomplished!

"He followed me home, honest." She said with a wink...choosing to ignore the transport box sitting just beside her.

True enough; Frederick had never mentioned wanting a pet to her ....but he had in his journal, and she had hacked much of the entries he made prior to her arrival. Of course, once she started staying with him she stopped doing so...but her reasons for doing so were ones she didn't even fully comprhend.

" All joking aside...I found him near the dumpster of building 8. I don't know if he got seperated from his mother, or what, but he was making little whimpery sounds. I couldn't just leave him there..."

She bit her lip and looked up to meet Frederick's eyes.

" Are you mad?....If you don't want to keep him I can see if Alex or Faye will take him, but I won't just pitch him out onto the street."

He nodded vaguely in response to her explanation, only half hearing it as he was so entranced by the puppy, who was now scurring back and forth in front of him and begging to be petted - which he indulged. It was a black French bulldog, and apparently very happy to have been scooped up off the street. Soon enough it grew tired, and it walked on wobbly legs back to Frederick's lap, flopping down and wiggling a bit.

"What?" When she suggested giving him to someone else, Frederick picked the puppy up and gave her a look that suggested he found it absolutely criminal to give it to anyone else. "No no. He's fine."

Keico was forced to make a bit of a silly looking face in order to supress the urge to giggle.

Mission definitely accomplished. I even got five whole words out of it

Frederick was now completly entranced by the puppy..and that smile was even more difficult to hide.
It would need some things soon, though.

She wasn't an expert on dogs, and even less so on puppies, but it was awfully young.
Hopefully it wouldn't be a chewer...

" I couldn't tell if he was weaned yet. He isn't very old.."
Trailing off, she reached out and ran one finger over it's tiny ears.

She was exceedingly relieved that Frederick seemed cheered by the little creature...but couldn't help wondering if he was still upset about his other new roomate.
She had hoped to present the puppy as a sort of 'Thank you' and 'I'm sorry if I screwed up and didn't know it' gift...but didn't want to spoil his good mood by bringing up any more uncomfortable subjects.

Instead she settled for petting the puppy, and studiously avoided looking too long at Frederick.

"He's a bit young to be away from his mum," Frederick said, leaning back so that he was laying next to her, the puppy rolling about between them.

He didn't know Keico thought of him as 'upset' - he was just thinking. If he knew she thought that, he might say something to assure her, or try to explain his silence. But she didn't, so he had no clue about the entire thing. He might be a very skilled detective, but women were a field no man could ever truly have experience in reading.

"What you think his name aught to be?"

She smiled and tickled the puppy's belly as it's hind leg paddled the air at the attention.

Good God...this thing is dripping with cute! she thought, and tried unsuccessfully to quell the cooing little girl inside of her.

Keico didn't have much experience with young things. Growing up in what amounted to an orphanage ( or 'The Pound' as Seico had called it ) had made her childhood anything but average.
She had never owned a pet ,aside from some fish once she became an operative, and had not really ever had much of a solid residence.
There had been the constant shuffling from one foster home to another, until she hit 16 and took to the streets with Seico.

Even after becoming an operative, she had traveled too much to really think of any of her apartements as 'homes'.
Now, though...in this bizarre city outside of time and space she felt this fleeting sensation must be what it was like.

This new sense that even if things went to complete shit tommorrow, everything was ok now. And that was enough.

Keico blinked when Frederick asked her about a name, and quickly pushed away her thoughts for another time when it would be easier to examine them a bit more thoroughly.

" I'm not sure...all I can think of is 'itty-bitty-adorable-fuzzy-thing'. Kind of a mouthful, though, and probably not what you had in mind?"

"Itty bitty adorable fuzzy thing is not only too long, but completely degrading," Frederick said loftily, and held the puppy up in both hands, so that it was staring down at them both, head cocked to one side. "His name is Peter," he declared. "Peter Godley the Second."

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