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Claws (2/3)
Date: 2012-12-04 04:18 am (UTC)“What in the actual fuck”, Cass sputters. Arcade adjusts his glasses and mumbles well and a soft boss comes from Raul somewhere in the back of the room.
“Is that a Deathclaw?”, Veronica asks.
“Yep. Ain’t he cute?”, Boone retracts his arms, holding the Deathclaw to his chest again. Since he has gotten some food, he has become more lively. He now grabs at Boone’s shoulder, anchoring himself onto the man. Boone gets the feeling that, despite being only hours old, one could not remove him easily.
“Please tell me that is dinner”, Arcade finally talks. The look on his face makes it all worth it.
“Arcade, he is a member of this family, and we do not eat each other”, the Courier scolds. Maybe he is joking, maybe he is serious, but Arcade looks sufficiently distraught. Boone will sleep well tonight.
“It is a Deathclaw. I was under the impression that you understood what they are and hence, understand they are not pets”, his words have that formal casualness that Boone has come to associate with intense displeasure. He rubs the Deathclaw’s baby smooth head, earning himself a coo.
“A little one. A baby Deathclaw never hurt anybody”, the Courier points out. Boone, mostly just to continue with making Arcade squirm and whine, steps forwards. In two quick and certain strides, he is standing in front of Arcade. With his best, stoic face, he puts the little thing in Arcade’s arms.
Or tries to. Plan was to drop it in Arcade’s hands, forcing him to hold it for a few awkward and scared moments. Turns out that Arcade has no mind to doing any holding, and throws his arms up, allowing for a baby, not even three hours old, to fall to the ground. Turns out that Deathclaw babies are not like human babies. They don’t really fall.
With what Boone honestly believes is a happy little hiss, the little guy vibrantly enjoys the first trial of his body. Arms stretched out, he clings to Arcade’s stomach. Arcade hisses, maybe from shock, but considering the blood now leaking out of him, probably pain. And for a few peaceful moments, there are two creamy white eyes staring up happily as this strange but exciting father figure. Then, the Deathclaws wants a better perch, climbing up the warm and increasingly bloody form until he is nestled happily on his shoulder.
“I feel like this exemplifies my main concerns very clearly”, Arcade grits out, shaky hands going to the tears in his flesh. “Will someone please get this thing off of me before it decides that I am not losing enough blood”, Arcade once again verbally attacks the infant. Veronica looks like she is going to do something, but then she probably recalls that it is a Deathclaw and decides it is best not to get involved.
Boone steps in, holding out his arms and gently taking the little bundle of adorably ugly death off of Arcade. He doesn’t think that Claws won any hearts, but he certainly intimidated his way into their little family.