You Got Me a WHAT?! (Tag Danar + Beau)

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Pasine laid in her cot staring upwards at the bland ceiling, as her brain slowly melted and trickled out her ear.

The Healers had said it wouldn’t be long until she could move about a bit, maybe go to the bathroom by herself or go for a short walk outside to get some fresh air, but even then her activity would be slowly staged and monitored so she didn’t overdo herself. So far it had been about five days since the Hatching, if she was keeping track of time correctly, but already she was feeling much better. In fact, she felt good enough to be bored, despite frequent visits from Danar, the dedicated sweetie. But he was still required to do Candidate chores and the Healers often chased him out, and thus Pasine spent a large amount of her time alone.

Usually she didn’t mind being alone. When she was by herself she ended up being most efficient in her work, but she didn’t particularly enjoy it, especially when there was no work to be done. For example, if the Healers had let her get her croquet needles to occupy herself it wouldn’t have been nearly as bad, but they said that apparently used many upper-body muscles in some of the areas that were trying to heal. Who knew?

Then again, life had been throwing many surprises at Pasine lately. Would it really surprise her if there were to be more?

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[Rei]

Danar smiled from the doorway as he saw Pasine sprawled out on the bed staring at the ceiling. He was right she was bored. Despite what she said to the contrary he could tell by how perky and animated she became whenever she had a visitor. He looked down at the small unmoving lump tucked into his tunic. Did he have a surprise for her. Having gotten the little kitten late yesterday afternoon he couldn’t bring it to the infirmary so it had spent the night with him in the now practically empty candidate barracks.

With Meira and Zesa on duty there was no way he could have snuck it in here. He had to admit though he would sorely miss the company the little kitten had brought him. Without the fire lizard to give him away, it had been an easy matter to stick the purring kitten into his tunic and stride past the morning duty healers with a short good morning. They had long since gotten used to his comings and goings after all. Danar walked into the room and cleared his throat. “Morning Pasine. You doing alright?” He asked her cheerfully before pulling a chair up to her bedside. “I have a present for you. Want to guess what it is?” the lad queried, his eyes sparkling merrily. “Oh and don’t worry this time it isn’t food.”

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Shells, Pasine had been hoping it was food. Though the Healers had been doing an excellent job of dressing her wounds and such, Bakers they were not by any means.

Still, the Candidate perked up a great deal as Danar visited. Using mostly her arms, she managed to pull herself up into a sitting position so they could converse properly. “I’m doing alright, thanks. Did Meira give you trouble again last night?” she replied positively, knowing that he wouldn’t skip a chance to see her unless something stood in his way and enjoying that fact immensely. But when her Danar announced that he had a gift, she narrowed her eyes is suspicion and inspected his persons. But from her angle she couldn’t see the bulge, plus her glare’s evil intent was betrayed by the smile that stubbornly remained on her lips.

“Hm. Alright…” she agreed slowly. Usually she was horrible at guessing games, since she lacked the creativity to come up with good speculation, and disliked playing them. But it was Danar and he did have a gift for her. “Did you get me… a new comb?” Ugh, that was a horrible guess! However, it was the best she could come up with.

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[Rei]

“She didn‘t give me trouble but there‘s no way I could have gotten your present past Zesa. I swear you can‘t get anything past that lizard. She even finds the food I bring you sometimes. She is a better tracker than half the canines I have met.” He shook his head in irritation but amusement lit up his eyes taking any negativity out of the statement. The candidate’s eyes widened slightly at Pasine’s guess. She really had no clue. “A comb?” Danar made a face and then chuckled. “Nah it is much better than some stupid comb.” He reached into his tunic and picked the kitten up by the scruff. It gave a tiny mew of protest but allowed the lad to wrest it from it’s warm dark place.

The kitten blinked it’s eyes sleepily as Danar set it carefully on the bed. “Here you go Pasine.” The lad said triumphantly with a wide smile. “He will keep you company.” He stroked the kitten earning a pleased purr that reverberated loudly through the room. “Yeah he has a kinda loud purr but you get used to it. It’s soothing really.” He said convincingly before dangling his fingers in front of the little feline enticing it to latch onto his hand and nip him in play. ‘What do you think?” He asked eagerly trying to read her expression.

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The expression on Pasine’s face was quite easy to read, actually. It was one of unadulterated shock. She stared at the kitten with her mouth agape, half-certain that she was becoming delusional again.

“Wha-Who… I…Ho-What… By Faranth!” she finally managed to spit out, suddenly accumulating a stutter out of nowhere, “Where on Pern did you get such a thing, Danar?!” Cautiously she reached out to touch it, but recoiled as the kit began rubbing against her hand and she felt the oddly strong vibrations from his oversized purr. She protested in a hurried, worried tone, “B-but! They’ll let me keep it? Is it clean? I don’t have any food for it! What if someone doesn’t like it? Or if they’re allergic! You have allergies, don’t you?”

The feline began batting at Danar’s fingers with his oversized paws, but no matter how much he was enticed, he would not bite the Candidate’s hand. Thankfully he had already gone through teething, so the urge was not there, and otherwise he didn’t particularly care for harming any living thing.

Looking up at her Danar, Pasine pleaded, “Oh, it's cute that you went out of your way to get this for me, Danar, but I can’t possibly keep this--him--her!” Was it a boy or a girl? She attempted to find out, but the kitten just started rubbing up against her hand affectionately again. This time she didn't pull away, however. “I just can’t, alright? I don’t have the time or the means. And I have you to keep me company! You have to give it back, or maybe to someone else who can take care of it.”

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[Rei]

Danar’s eyes widened in surprise as Pasine went on her rant. He held out his hands as if to ward her off and when she finally stopped speaking he cocked his head to regard her curiously. He decided to first answer her questions and then if needed throw in a pathetic look. That always worked with her. He was bound and determined to get her to love the little fluff ball.

“I got him in the stables. One of the rider’s cats had a litter. I am sure they won’t have any objections if you keep him contained and don’t let him roam all over. Cats are very clean animals. See he is even bathing himself now.” The lad said gesturing to the kitten who was now busy washing his face with a tiny paw. “I am sure I can get you food for him.” Allergies where did she get that idea? “I’m not allergic to cats.” He said giving her a puzzled look before remembering his sniffing incident in the archives. “Just dust.” Danar said with a wave.

He regarded her expression and still seeing that she was planning on rejecting the kitten went for Plan B. Plan B never failed. The candidate turned towards her and gave her the most pathetic puppy face he could manage. “Aww but he loves you and I picked him special just for you. Don’t you like him?” He lowered his head and stared at the floor. This routine always got her in the end. No way she could resist.

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“I guess that makes sense…” Pasine sighed, seeing Danar’s counter-logic, “But really, I still don’t see why-“

Oh Faranth. Not the puppy look. Danar dropped his head to his chest dejectedly and Pasine was afraid he was going to cry. Oh jeeze! She didn’t mean to reject his gift! He had probably even paid marks for it! Candidates are so poor, he must’ve been saving forever! And after he was so devoted to her, visiting her everyday, this was how she repaid him?!

Her guilty conscious ate at Pasine like a hungry Hatchling devouring strips of meat. “Oh, of course I like him, Danar! He’s so soft and, ah, cute!” she ushered earnestly, scooping up the kitten and bringing him to her face. Beau blinked and poked her nose with one paw curiously. She smiled wearily and looked to the boy nervously, searching for his happy grin again. That was something she couldn’t bare to lose. “And he likes me too! It’s perfect! Thank you, so much, Danar! Of course, I’ll keep him!” She opened her arms, offering a gratified hug for Danar (and perhaps something more as well?) and also an opportunity.

Beau hoped off of her hands and began clamoring onto the top of her head, pulling at her hair and dangling his rear end in her face. Pasine let out a yelp of surprise, but before she could pluck him off, the kitten had already perched himself on her head and curled up for a catnap. The patient could feel his large purrs vibrating through her head as he drifted off to sleep and could not bring herself to take him off of her. Jays, what had she just gotten herself into?

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[Rei]

Danar’s head snapped up at her animated acceptance of the kitten and his usual wide grin broke out across his face. “Your welcome!” He said brightly as he leaned in to hug her gently. The lad knew she would give in. As he pulled back his hand ran along her back and came to rest at the back of her neck. He lingered on the edge of a decision. Her face only inches from his. To kiss or not to kiss? Shards it was now or never. He locked eyes with her an leaned in carefully pressing his lips against hers.

Danar had kissed girls before but it had never felt like this. His heart felt like it might explode from his chest. It was as close to pure ecstasy as he could imagine. Who knew she would be so different? Then again anything he ever did for, or with her, made him happy in ways he had never been before. The candidate pulled back with a sigh and promptly fell on his butt having forgotten where the chair was placed. Shards.

He stared up at her a blush spreading across his cheeks. Running his hand through his hair he stood and tried to regain a bit of dignity before sitting back in the chair, a sheepish grin settling across his features. Thank Faranth no one had seen that. “Um what are you gonna name him?” he asked awkwardly. Ok now why did he go and say something stupid like that? “I mean I could help you with it if you’d like.”

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Unlike Danar’s pronunciation of his devotion, Pasine was ready for the kiss. She had had much time to think about things, and a hot topic had often been Danar, among other things. Now that they were officially a couple, she thought would seem silly that they wouldn’t kiss. And perhaps they’d even move onto more passionate things, assuming that she hurried up and healed already.

But that was getting far, far ahead of the moment at hand. Let’s try that again.

Though Pasine had been expecting it, the kiss still knocked her off of her feet, figuratively. He pulled her face close to his with a hand placed expertly on the nape of her neck, and she locked eyes with him for one moment of tension-filled climax. Then all the worry was unraveled as the two locked lips. Pasine grabbed at the back of his shirt, already having her arms wrapped around his body but wanting to do more to express the elation she felt. Then it was over.

She inhaled sharply as soon as he let go, then let it go in a long, contented sigh. Danar seemed also to be knocked off of his feet, but more literally than she was. Peering over the edge of the cot, still smiling, she giggled rarely, “Are you alright?”

Beau nearly toppled off of her head in the movement, and Pasine plucked him off of her temple in fear that he would actually fall and hurt himself. They didn’t need another patient in the infirmary, especially not one of the feline kind. “I… don’t know…” she fumbled, still recovering from the kiss. Examining his sleeping form triggered another fit of purrs and he rolled over in his sleep, pawing at some invisible toy. “He has this cute little mark on his chest,” she observed, rubbing it with one finger, “It almost looks like a weird bow-thing my mother was commissioned to make once when I was little. A bow-lie? A bow-fry? A bow-mine?”

Pasine sighed, exasperated at herself, and threw her hands up in the air. “Oh, I can’t think of the name for it. Why don’t we just call him Beau? It sounds like bow, but I think it has a double meaning as well.”

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[Rei]

“Yeah I’m fine.” Danar said a grin breaking across his face. “Beau huh? I like it. It’s not to girly.” He poked the sleeping kitten gently. “He really is a sweet cat. He seems to want nothing but love all the time. You have plenty of time to devote to him and he will keep you company while I’m doing chores.” The lad leaned back in the chair and looked at the ceiling. “I hope they choose a new candidate master soon. It’s getting boring doing the same old chores over and over. They either need to get a new master or Millieth needs to rise.”

He turned to regard Pasine and the sleeping cat again. “We can go to lessons together.” The candidate smiled and reached out to brush back a strand of hair from her face. His hand lingered for a moment before he dropped it and gently took her hand. “You need anything?” Danar queried tilting his head slightly to the left. “Water, food, pain meds?”

((Fail xD, Lost my Muse like part way through the 1st sentence)

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“Well, he is a boy,” Pasine replied a bit bluntly as she peeked under the hood, then quickly closed it. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with pregnancy. Not that she didn’t want cute little furballs that she could sell at a gather when they got too big, but the Candidate was barely going to get away with one cat in the Barracks, nevermind a whole litter. Maybe when she was older...

Pasine smiled up at Danar. So persistent and caring, but he never thought things through. Good thing he had decided to stick around, he probably needed her as much as she needed him right now. “Perhaps, but at least they’re taking their time picking. We don’t want some random idiot in the position just because there was an opening.” Her face scrunched up at the thought, glaring at the invisible idiot, and then she was forced to giggle again as she saw whatever Danar’s reaction was to it. “And hopefully Milleth won’t rise too soon. I won’t miss out on meeting my mind-mate because of one violent rejection.”

As the male Candidate took her hand in his, she smiled softly and felt the grooves in his much larger hands. “I don’t need anything, but I have a feeling Beau might. Kittens only need some milk and meatrolls for eating, right? And a place to relieve themselves…”

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[Rei]

Danar shook his head as Pasine glared at the imaginary person and then made a face at her or him as well. “I guess you are right. We wouldn’t want someone who knew nothing in the position. Still I wish someone would step forward it gets really boring just sitting and waiting.” The lad nodded at Pasine’s comment about Milleth’s rising. “That’s true. She doesn’t look any brighter though so I doubt we have to worry about it for awhile. You will probably be up and walking by the time she rises and then it will still be weeks before she is even close to clutching.” He neglected to comment on Kyssith’s mauling. The little blue was not worth mentioning in a sentence as far as he was concerned.

Danar chuckled at Pasine’s question about Beau’s eating habits. “Actually you are supposed to feed them much like flitters.” He corrected gently. “A carnivorous diet is best. So raw meat and water instead of milk. Milk you can use as a treat but bovine milk is different than feline milk so if he has to much he is likely to get the runs.” He made a face after that comment. “As far as a place to go potty you can house train them to go outside like canines, but most people, especially those with weyrs, just get a tub full of dirt for them to go in. I’ll get you all set up before he wakes up. I’ll even clean the box everyday when I visit so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Giving her hand another gentle squeeze he got up from his chair and gave her a light kiss. “I’ll be back soon with a box and food for him. You sure you don’t need anything while I am gone?” He questioned smiling down at her. Although he was loathe to leave her Beau would need food when he awoke and it would do him no good to neglect his duties either.

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“Well, that will certainly make it easier,” Pasine sighed with relief at Danar’s information, rubbing Beau absentmindedly, “But don’t worry too much about the box. The Healers say I should be able to get out of bed for short walks very soon, and you are already busy between me and chores.”

The patient patted his hand lovingly as he let go and smiled as he kissed her lightly. “No, thank you very much. I think you have given me quite enough today,” she objected with a glance towards sleeping Beau. He was going to be a handful, but she supposed this wasn’t his fault. Besides, it was from Danar, so she couldn’t give him away without a guilty conscious at the very least. Wearily smiling and looking like she was about to join her kitten in slumber-land, Pasine looked up to Danar and gave a quick good-bye wave. “See you soon, sweetie.”

((Fallpost, sorry. Dx))

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[Rei]

Danar smiled and brushed her hair back from her face. “Pleasant dreams love. See you in a bit.” He said softly as he turned and left to complete his errands. All in all it had went better than he could have imagined. There was a bit more spring in his step than usual as he left the infirmary.

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