Ding. Here's their floor. Hugh lifts off the steel side like he's already exhausted, sighing thinly through his teeth. Preparing himself. As much of a nightmare as Caelan had started, now they're almost... calming, oddly enough? Calming-ish. They understand, they get it. What too much is like. And as caustic and wild and dangerous as he'd expected them to be, now they're just some... what, barely not fitting the term kid? Some young, short thing walking around with their ass out if it weren't for the cover of that hoodie, chatting with him more easily than anyone else minus Cassius has in ages. And Cassius, bless him, does not talk like a normal person. Doesn't have quite the same banter of two people raised as humans and made into something else later on.
He's relaxed, ever so slightly. The tension in his shoulders eases bit by bit.
"This... Garden, of his. What would it take to make it happen here? We have a vivarium - sort of short on the viva aside from crops and plants and whatnot, we don't farm animals on this ship in particular. But it's as close to a garden as any you'll find here."
The doors slide open. Hugh steps out with that iron in his spine again, the exhaustion melting off of him a bit. Chipping at its edges, anyway. He carves himself into something broad and tall and respectable as he takes point, nothing short of total confidence in his steps. As if Caelan belongs here. As if they have no reason at all to question him, what he's doing.
(Fake it 'til you make it. Never failed him before, for the most part.)
"Clancy - let the Captain know I've found the Hunter," he drawls to a man in passing, doesn't spare him a glance as he does. The man shoots Caelan a furtive glance that drops the minute it's met, the rest of him already inching backwards. "I'm sure he'll alert the rest of the headaches. Set up a little party for me to explain myself. Et cetera. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting, would we?"
One turn, two. There are people gawking at Cassius through the window as always, as if he's some sort of zoo attraction - they balk the moment they see Hugh, as usual, and moreso at the figure trailing behind him with a wet black garbage bag. They fall away like flies. At least they know when they aren't wanted.
Hugh punches in the code to the door. Stands aside. Tilts his head at the opening door with a meaningful look to Caelan.
"Go on."
Hugh knows the value of privacy. He'll be in when they're ready for him.
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Ding. Here's their floor. Hugh lifts off the steel side like he's already exhausted, sighing thinly through his teeth. Preparing himself. As much of a nightmare as Caelan had started, now they're almost... calming, oddly enough? Calming-ish. They understand, they get it. What too much is like. And as caustic and wild and dangerous as he'd expected them to be, now they're just some... what, barely not fitting the term kid? Some young, short thing walking around with their ass out if it weren't for the cover of that hoodie, chatting with him more easily than anyone else minus Cassius has in ages. And Cassius, bless him, does not talk like a normal person. Doesn't have quite the same banter of two people raised as humans and made into something else later on.
He's relaxed, ever so slightly. The tension in his shoulders eases bit by bit.
"This... Garden, of his. What would it take to make it happen here? We have a vivarium - sort of short on the viva aside from crops and plants and whatnot, we don't farm animals on this ship in particular. But it's as close to a garden as any you'll find here."
The doors slide open. Hugh steps out with that iron in his spine again, the exhaustion melting off of him a bit. Chipping at its edges, anyway. He carves himself into something broad and tall and respectable as he takes point, nothing short of total confidence in his steps. As if Caelan belongs here. As if they have no reason at all to question him, what he's doing.
(Fake it 'til you make it. Never failed him before, for the most part.)
"Clancy - let the Captain know I've found the Hunter," he drawls to a man in passing, doesn't spare him a glance as he does. The man shoots Caelan a furtive glance that drops the minute it's met, the rest of him already inching backwards. "I'm sure he'll alert the rest of the headaches. Set up a little party for me to explain myself. Et cetera. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting, would we?"
One turn, two. There are people gawking at Cassius through the window as always, as if he's some sort of zoo attraction - they balk the moment they see Hugh, as usual, and moreso at the figure trailing behind him with a wet black garbage bag. They fall away like flies. At least they know when they aren't wanted.
Hugh punches in the code to the door. Stands aside. Tilts his head at the opening door with a meaningful look to Caelan.
"Go on."
Hugh knows the value of privacy. He'll be in when they're ready for him.