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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Decisions - choosing was hard. He’d never had to do it before. So was talking.
Notes: Two snippets following on from these snippets.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 573
Total word count: 1,427
Status: Work in progress
Decisions - choosing was hard. He’d never had to do it before. So was talking. He knew the words, how to shape them, but he preferred the feel of a growl in his throat; it was more natural and didn’t need as much thought and effort put into it.
M-21 studied the pale yellow ball in the middle of the bowl, his nose twitching. He could mostly smell the cold as Tao put the rest of the ice cream away.
Why had he needed to make a choice anyway? The taste would be different, but it would fill his stomach either way. That was all that mattered.
M-21 leaned in and licked the ball — he snapped back and wrinkled his nose. It was like taking a drink of a ball of water from a mountain spring.
“Huh-? Oh, M, you’re supposed to use a spoon for that.” Tao held out one of those metal implements.
He wrinkled his nose again and sighed, grasping the spoon in a fist. He ate much faster without the tools. But Frankenstein insisted he use that as well, like a human. Human food had to be eaten like a human.
Tao had his own bowl with a ball of pink ice cream and M-21 watched him as Tao scooped up a bit of the ice cream and ate it.
When M-21 did the same, his spoon clinked against the bowl, the ice cream softer than expected.
He grimaced as his teeth scraped against the spoon, being reminded of the times his previous owners had forced him to eat something in the same way. He’d always felt sick afterwards, the owners murmuring between themselves as they stood over him.
“How’s it taste?” Tao said, his own spoon already filled with more ice cream.
How did it taste? He had to describe it now? M-21 swallowed the now liquid. He frowned as he tried to find the word. “…Cold…?”
Tao snickered. “It’s supposed to — that’s the point!”
Human food and how he was supposed to eat it was weird.
Muzaka huffed as he hopped back to his feet, rubbing a hand over his throat, the wounds the pup had given him already healed. “Of course I’m not a threat,” Muzaka said. Not to Raizel. Not anymore. He glanced at the pup who was crouched behind Raizel’s legs, but the pup’s gaze skittered away from him.
Bastards.
His temper flared again, and it was only because of Raizel’s look he didn’t start picking objects up with his aura.
“You did good, kid,” Muzaka said instead, seeing the pup still, glancing at Muzaka through the corner of his eyes. “It was a solid hit.”
The pup’s lips twisted down into a frown, his forehead creasing.
Still no response aside from the soft warning growl at the back of the kid’s throat, wanting Muzaka to back off. He wasn’t going to, so the pup could learn he wouldn’t hurt Raizel.
“Please do not raise your voice again,” Raizel said, his fingers still going through the pup’s hair, and Muzaka pursed his lips.
“How can I when-”
The pup’s growl ratcheted up.
The reason for why he’d been losing his temper in the first place was crouched right there.
He’d heard what the Union had been doing to his people, but to see it with his own eyes was something else.
He sighed. “Later?” When the pup was out the room or sleeping.
Raizel nodded.
More of @madameazzure‘s hound!au. I’m placing these before Tao starts getting M-21 to try standing on two legs, and the Muzaka stuff is earlier on in the timeline, but that timeline is currently up in the air on my end, haha.
M-21 is confused and annoyed with this whole speech business. Why does he have to keep wasting breath replying to something that doesn’t matter, that doesn’t give more information. A nod or him just carrying out the orders was enough before. Exchanging pleasantries is weird.
Also, my handle on Muzaka’s reactions to stuff is shaky at the moment. 8′D He’d basically wanted to spar with M-21 to bond with him and encourage him, but that failed spectacularly.
Summary: Decisions - choosing was hard. He’d never had to do it before. So was talking.
Notes: Two snippets following on from these snippets.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 573
Total word count: 1,427
Status: Work in progress
Decisions - choosing was hard. He’d never had to do it before. So was talking. He knew the words, how to shape them, but he preferred the feel of a growl in his throat; it was more natural and didn’t need as much thought and effort put into it.
M-21 studied the pale yellow ball in the middle of the bowl, his nose twitching. He could mostly smell the cold as Tao put the rest of the ice cream away.
Why had he needed to make a choice anyway? The taste would be different, but it would fill his stomach either way. That was all that mattered.
M-21 leaned in and licked the ball — he snapped back and wrinkled his nose. It was like taking a drink of a ball of water from a mountain spring.
“Huh-? Oh, M, you’re supposed to use a spoon for that.” Tao held out one of those metal implements.
He wrinkled his nose again and sighed, grasping the spoon in a fist. He ate much faster without the tools. But Frankenstein insisted he use that as well, like a human. Human food had to be eaten like a human.
Tao had his own bowl with a ball of pink ice cream and M-21 watched him as Tao scooped up a bit of the ice cream and ate it.
When M-21 did the same, his spoon clinked against the bowl, the ice cream softer than expected.
He grimaced as his teeth scraped against the spoon, being reminded of the times his previous owners had forced him to eat something in the same way. He’d always felt sick afterwards, the owners murmuring between themselves as they stood over him.
“How’s it taste?” Tao said, his own spoon already filled with more ice cream.
How did it taste? He had to describe it now? M-21 swallowed the now liquid. He frowned as he tried to find the word. “…Cold…?”
Tao snickered. “It’s supposed to — that’s the point!”
Human food and how he was supposed to eat it was weird.
Muzaka huffed as he hopped back to his feet, rubbing a hand over his throat, the wounds the pup had given him already healed. “Of course I’m not a threat,” Muzaka said. Not to Raizel. Not anymore. He glanced at the pup who was crouched behind Raizel’s legs, but the pup’s gaze skittered away from him.
Bastards.
His temper flared again, and it was only because of Raizel’s look he didn’t start picking objects up with his aura.
“You did good, kid,” Muzaka said instead, seeing the pup still, glancing at Muzaka through the corner of his eyes. “It was a solid hit.”
The pup’s lips twisted down into a frown, his forehead creasing.
Still no response aside from the soft warning growl at the back of the kid’s throat, wanting Muzaka to back off. He wasn’t going to, so the pup could learn he wouldn’t hurt Raizel.
“Please do not raise your voice again,” Raizel said, his fingers still going through the pup’s hair, and Muzaka pursed his lips.
“How can I when-”
The pup’s growl ratcheted up.
The reason for why he’d been losing his temper in the first place was crouched right there.
He’d heard what the Union had been doing to his people, but to see it with his own eyes was something else.
He sighed. “Later?” When the pup was out the room or sleeping.
Raizel nodded.
More of @madameazzure‘s hound!au. I’m placing these before Tao starts getting M-21 to try standing on two legs, and the Muzaka stuff is earlier on in the timeline, but that timeline is currently up in the air on my end, haha.
M-21 is confused and annoyed with this whole speech business. Why does he have to keep wasting breath replying to something that doesn’t matter, that doesn’t give more information. A nod or him just carrying out the orders was enough before. Exchanging pleasantries is weird.
Also, my handle on Muzaka’s reactions to stuff is shaky at the moment. 8′D He’d basically wanted to spar with M-21 to bond with him and encourage him, but that failed spectacularly.