[ ah, man. this is gonna be rough. derek drags his hand down his chin and walks a little faster towards the woods, supplies in hand. for maybe the first time since his arrival, derek kinda wishes scott were here. he'd know how to handle this. ]
Okay. I'm coming. Just... I'll keep Stiles on speeddial in case we need someone else, okay?
Squirming doesn't mean alive. It's like you've never seen Alien.
You've gotta get her something warm to... do this in. Other than my shirt. A bed, some towels. Something. Also, like. I don't know. Water? Water seems like something they might need. Probably. I don't actually know.
its squirming, if it was dead itd be limp im making a bed, don't worry. its getting cobain in it that's the hard part she wants her fucking spawn back so she keeps biting me
but it doesn't end there. this one's like well. idk how to beat around the bush so she's missing most of her leg back legs are a bit weak too idk if she's gonna make it
[ he's nearly there - the ladder's just up ahead, and he can hear all of cobain's pissed off wails carrying along the wind, paired with tate's futile attempts at soothing her. again: he wishes scott were here. his phone buzzes, and he walks as he reads, though he finds himself slowing to a stop. his heart sinks.
things die. that's life. he gets that. he gets that more than anyone. doesn't make this feel any easier. he keeps walking, firing off his last text before jumping onto the ladder and climbing up, rushing as quickly as he can. ]
I'm not going to let her die. I think I actually might be able to heal her. To some degree.
[But no, alright - it's almost like Tate doesn't possess empathy unless it benefits him or something because it's not until Derek shows an interest in the kitten that Tate starts to feel sad about it's death. He likes animals, he really does, but he gets that death happens. He fucking gets that straight up. And sometimes you gotta let things go - but Derek wants this kitten to live, so. Tate looks up when Derek arrives, a little wet slop of black fur in the palm of his hand; he's rubbing her belly and trying to clear out her nose.]
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Okay. I'm coming.
Just... I'll keep Stiles on speeddial in case we need someone else, okay?
Is it. Like.
Alive?
The little one.
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[A pause.]
yeah. i mean it's squirming
it's so little and well
kinda fucking gross
the next one doesnt look the same
[Leaving that vague in regards to color or - something else.]
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It's like you've never seen Alien.
You've gotta get her something warm to... do this in. Other than my shirt.
A bed, some towels. Something.
Also, like. I don't know. Water?
Water seems like something they might need. Probably.
I don't actually know.
What do you mean it "doesn't look the same"?
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im making a bed, don't worry. its getting cobain in it that's the hard part
she wants her fucking spawn back so she keeps biting me
well. to start
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but it doesn't end there. this one's like
well. idk how to beat around the bush so
she's missing most of her leg
back legs are a bit weak too
idk if she's gonna make it
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It's like you've never seen Alien.
[ he's nearly there - the ladder's just up ahead, and he can hear all of cobain's pissed off wails carrying along the wind, paired with tate's futile attempts at soothing her. again: he wishes scott were here. his phone buzzes, and he walks as he reads, though he finds himself slowing to a stop. his heart sinks.
things die. that's life. he gets that. he gets that more than anyone. doesn't make this feel any easier. he keeps walking, firing off his last text before jumping onto the ladder and climbing up, rushing as quickly as he can. ]
I'm not going to let her die.
I think I actually might be able to heal her.
To some degree.
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... is she?
[But no, alright - it's almost like Tate doesn't possess empathy unless it benefits him or something because it's not until Derek shows an interest in the kitten that Tate starts to feel sad about it's death. He likes animals, he really does, but he gets that death happens. He fucking gets that straight up. And sometimes you gotta let things go - but Derek wants this kitten to live, so. Tate looks up when Derek arrives, a little wet slop of black fur in the palm of his hand; he's rubbing her belly and trying to clear out her nose.]
She's... just not right.