unweeping_willow | [008; on the asking for kitty chow - private video and spam for the halls]

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[008; on the asking for kitty chow - private video and spam for the halls]

Pivate to the admiral: [

Willow's a little fidgety about asking the admiral for anything; for the last month, she's been mostly feeding Madame Smudge little scraps from the meals - but the kitty is fast growing up, and it's not going to be enough.

So, with some trepidation, she uses her com to ask: I... need food; Just... for the kitten? Enough for every day.

Spam for the hallways, and whoever wants it:

[Willow's pretty much just wandering at this point, trying to calm her nerves over actually having asked for something; Madame Smudge - currently splayed held in her arms, head splayed across her breasts - certainly looks satisfied enough, though; and that's some small comfort.

Still, it's not quite enough - and she hopes a walk will calm her down.]

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[She hesitates half a moment, and then... nods; firmly. She can keep a secret.]

[He smiles sharply, gold eyes focusing mechanically.] I can smile. Don't tell anybody. I want it to be a surprise.

Why? Doesn't it just mean you're happy? [She likes it when people smile.]

The person I'm pretending to be can't. He won't use contractions. He's awkward and stiff and I could really, really use a break.

So, if you'll keep my little secret, I'll go ahead and tell you that I bet there's all kinds of interesting things about you.

Pr... You really think? [She doesn't mind keeping a secret, so long as he's not out about hurting people.]

[He isn't right now. But one day? Very possibly. He tends to like to get rid of threats before they can come for him.] Absolutely. I promise, hand over my artificial heart [He does this.], I won't be bored.