He smoothed at her hair with one hand. Even if the laughter and smiles didn't last for long, it was good to see them make an appearance after the night they'd both had.
"You wanna see it?" It meant sitting up, so Cassidy took his time shifting out from under her, first reaching for his drugs cabinet to pull out a small jar of dried nuggets. Sitting cross-legged on the bed — he was wearing sweatpants, like in his dream, only these were a plain grey — he unscrewed the lid and gave Pudge the first command.
"Pudge — come." The fish squiggled over the lip of the fishbowl and swam through the air to hover just over one of Cassidy's knees. "Stay..." Slowly, carefully, Cassidy lowered a large nugget of weed onto the tip of the fish's snout. It wobbled just slightly as he let it go, but then settled into balance.
Cassidy flicked his index finger upward. "Up—" and Pudge started to rise straight upward in midair, fins and tail fluttering. The nugget stayed perched on his nose.
"Down." Pudge reversed, lowering back down toward Cassidy's knee, until Cassidy said, "Aaaand stop," and plucked the nugget back. "There we are. There's a good fish."
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Date: 2018-07-19 04:17 pm (UTC)"You wanna see it?" It meant sitting up, so Cassidy took his time shifting out from under her, first reaching for his drugs cabinet to pull out a small jar of dried nuggets. Sitting cross-legged on the bed — he was wearing sweatpants, like in his dream, only these were a plain grey — he unscrewed the lid and gave Pudge the first command.
"Pudge — come." The fish squiggled over the lip of the fishbowl and swam through the air to hover just over one of Cassidy's knees. "Stay..." Slowly, carefully, Cassidy lowered a large nugget of weed onto the tip of the fish's snout. It wobbled just slightly as he let it go, but then settled into balance.
Cassidy flicked his index finger upward. "Up—" and Pudge started to rise straight upward in midair, fins and tail fluttering. The nugget stayed perched on his nose.
"Down." Pudge reversed, lowering back down toward Cassidy's knee, until Cassidy said, "Aaaand stop," and plucked the nugget back. "There we are. There's a good fish."