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re_alignment_logs2012-08-18 01:53 am
patokichi) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-08-18 01:53 am
Heart to Heart [CLOSED]
WHO: Deckerd and Yuuta
WHERE: Prima's temple.
WHEN: Late night, Saturday.
WHAT: Deckerd has some overprotective robot-dad feels.
WARNINGS: Toothrot. Pure, unadulterated fuzzy mushy fluff.
It's just him here. Him and the other Braves- but he places Yuuta as his responsibility alone. At least his general care. Making sure he's bathed, fed and still goes to bed on time. It's odd, he never considered how much work it was, as his sisters took care of him, and he was generally old enough to be self-sustaining. But in this environment, things take a much more abnormal turn. Things here are not made to house humans.
He's set aside a whole stash of food just for Yuuta, just in case, and arranged for a semi-human-sized living space while they work on building the Decker room again. That will include plans for a room all his own.
Still... in the meantime, parenting is as much as a full time job as being a cop is. Not that he minds. Not in the least, it simply came as a shock to him. He never realized.
It's all the nitty gritty. The details that he didn't previously have to consider. And maybe. Maybe he's a bit smothering, he thinks, as he walks down the hall looking for his friend because it's bed time (and he's been out of his sight for a while and that makes Deckerd antsy). So maybe it's smothering- but he has every right, he tells himself, to worry. Because this is an entirely different ball game.
This is an alien planet and there are proven dangerous individuals here, and he doesn't know the layout completely and there are so many variables his Super A.I. just can't really keep up with.
"Yuuta?" Where did he go? Deckerd had found and washed a nice, un-tattered blanket for him and everything. It's hard to find new-ish things in the junk pile and he has been pleased with this one.
"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuta!" Okay. So maybe he wandered off a but further. Maybe Gunmax is with him. Or McCrane. Still, he can't help but feel a twinge of panic as he walks down the large halls, blanket spread out in front of him between his hands like some kind of offering.
WHERE: Prima's temple.
WHEN: Late night, Saturday.
WHAT: Deckerd has some overprotective robot-dad feels.
WARNINGS: Toothrot. Pure, unadulterated fuzzy mushy fluff.
It's just him here. Him and the other Braves- but he places Yuuta as his responsibility alone. At least his general care. Making sure he's bathed, fed and still goes to bed on time. It's odd, he never considered how much work it was, as his sisters took care of him, and he was generally old enough to be self-sustaining. But in this environment, things take a much more abnormal turn. Things here are not made to house humans.
He's set aside a whole stash of food just for Yuuta, just in case, and arranged for a semi-human-sized living space while they work on building the Decker room again. That will include plans for a room all his own.
Still... in the meantime, parenting is as much as a full time job as being a cop is. Not that he minds. Not in the least, it simply came as a shock to him. He never realized.
It's all the nitty gritty. The details that he didn't previously have to consider. And maybe. Maybe he's a bit smothering, he thinks, as he walks down the hall looking for his friend because it's bed time (and he's been out of his sight for a while and that makes Deckerd antsy). So maybe it's smothering- but he has every right, he tells himself, to worry. Because this is an entirely different ball game.
This is an alien planet and there are proven dangerous individuals here, and he doesn't know the layout completely and there are so many variables his Super A.I. just can't really keep up with.
"Yuuta?" Where did he go? Deckerd had found and washed a nice, un-tattered blanket for him and everything. It's hard to find new-ish things in the junk pile and he has been pleased with this one.
"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuta!" Okay. So maybe he wandered off a but further. Maybe Gunmax is with him. Or McCrane. Still, he can't help but feel a twinge of panic as he walks down the large halls, blanket spread out in front of him between his hands like some kind of offering.