Post by Whistler (Retired) on Jul 18, 2020 12:23:08 GMT
He's starting to regret bringing Mouse with him when he got off the ship. They'd gotten along so well and Mouse liked to hide in Whistler's pockets and layers and didn't hog the food so Whistler had thought that Mouse would want to stay with him. As the weeks go on however, Mouse is clearly unhappy. There's some biting. Some hiding. Some chewing of clothing. (And that one time Grits had mistaken Mouse for the first of many in an impending pest invasion and Whistler had to do more talking than he was strictly comfortable with.)
But Mouse doesn't care if Whistler bathes or not. Mouse doesn't ask complicated questions about Whistlers age or where he came from or where he got his sword or... And if he were to just let Mouse go, one of the big hounds around the compound would probably just get themselves a light snack. He keeps Mouse, for just a little bit longer.
He pockets some extra cheese after dinner one night. (Grits notices but doesn't say anything. Whistler is getting too comfortable, maybe. He can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing.) He climbs quietly up into the dark of the rafters in the barracks, settling down in his usual spot. Arranges the blankets, checks his stash of food and confirms that there's enough to treat Mouse to the extra.
Mouse doesn't let on if they're more or less happy with staying at the compound with all the big hounds but does stop chewing at Whistlers clothes.
But Mouse doesn't care if Whistler bathes or not. Mouse doesn't ask complicated questions about Whistlers age or where he came from or where he got his sword or... And if he were to just let Mouse go, one of the big hounds around the compound would probably just get themselves a light snack. He keeps Mouse, for just a little bit longer.
He pockets some extra cheese after dinner one night. (Grits notices but doesn't say anything. Whistler is getting too comfortable, maybe. He can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing.) He climbs quietly up into the dark of the rafters in the barracks, settling down in his usual spot. Arranges the blankets, checks his stash of food and confirms that there's enough to treat Mouse to the extra.
Mouse doesn't let on if they're more or less happy with staying at the compound with all the big hounds but does stop chewing at Whistlers clothes.
