[ He makes a noise of acknowledgment, taking the treats and unzipping the bag. A few are promptly emptied into his gloved palm.
And if Wash ever in his life wanted to see a man in full power armor get down on his knees and quietly baby-talk a kitten in Spanish? Today was his day.
The voice isn't wheedling or pitched differently, but it is quieter. Coaxing. ]
Luna. Hermanita, aquí. Mira, mira...
[ And she trots out as readily as you please, sniffing at his palm before placing her tiny paws on his hand to lower it down to her level, the better to start nomming.
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And if Wash ever in his life wanted to see a man in full power armor get down on his knees and quietly baby-talk a kitten in Spanish? Today was his day.
The voice isn't wheedling or pitched differently, but it is quieter. Coaxing. ]
Luna. Hermanita, aquí. Mira, mira...
[ And she trots out as readily as you please, sniffing at his palm before placing her tiny paws on his hand to lower it down to her level, the better to start nomming.
Locus spares Wash a glance.
No one will believe you if you tell them. ]