Taking in Strays [Closed log]

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characters: Bucky, Crowley, and Aziraphale
location: Miner's Castle 3
date/time: Sept 3, evening
content: Somebody's getting a roof over his head (finally)
warnings: Just Bucky being his usual Soldier-y self for now


So far, the Soldier had mostly been dozing in trees and behind the church, not able to settle down at any of the empty houses. They felt too big and rattling, but at the same time too small and confining. Not secure. Not right.

But then the string bean handler offered, and that felt a little more right.

So here it is, approaching the house at Miner's Castle 3, lantern in hand and the single blanket its collected so far (it gets chilly in a tree, okay) folded over its shoulder, trying not to look anxious at the idea of meeting the handler's "flatmate" (what the fuck does that even mean) or being in an enclosed space with two semi-strangers. Good thing the Soldier has a lot of training in not looking anxious, so it pretty much just looks blank.

It stands outside the door for a long couple of minutes, waiting to be acknowledged, before some ancient memory finally rises up and it knocks the back of the metal hand on the wood.

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You're not even fooling this guy, Crowley-- not that it cares, precisely. It actually makes the Soldier more comfortable with him, of all things, which is probably stupid... but there's an inkling that Crowley is just. Harmless. Its expression shades a little into... indulgent amusement. Just a little.

Good thing the Soldier is pretty sure it can take care of itself (aside from needing orders, anyway). Not leaving that up to Crowley.

When Aziraphale speaks, its expression evens out again. "Thank you." A pause, then the question: "Does the shower work?" Maybe it really wants a shower. (Or a bath. But it hasn't had a bath... ever. That it can remember.)

[sauntered_downward]

"I----I think so." Crowley has just been keeping himself clean with his powers, he hasn't even checked. "We should----get you some sort of soap or something."

That's what you do when you are taking care of someone, right?

Crowley can actually do this.

[lunchbreaks]

"Yes, we don't currently have soap, we'll have to pick some up in the morning. But you're welcome to take a quick rinse. Or--"

He gets up and walks over to the kitchen. He digs out a bottle of dish soap that has maybe one or two squirts left in it. "There's... there's this!" Is that an acceptable thing to shower with?

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Soap usually comes in bars, doesn't it? The Soldier looks at the dish soap with mild skepticism. Even if that would work, there's hardly enough in there for even its hair. "There is a building with supplies," it says after a pause. "I can go there first. You should have soap, too."

Since it's got no idea these people aren't human, and don't take actual showers and things.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley looks at Aziraphale's offer and cringes. That's something, but it's definitely not the right thing.

"We'll get you something," he says. "And, you know, something for us, too," he adds. "Because we bathe."

Important to add. Can't be seen as odd or anything.

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh, yes. We bathe regularly," he adds helpfully.

"Very good at being clean, us. But not... too clean." He has no idea where he's going with this, but he's very bad at pretending to be human once he actually has to speak to them, as it turns out.

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The Soldier is not sure how to take being assured by its handler and brand new tech that they are good at being clean but not too clean. That's not any kind of topic it's prepared to field. It blinks, looking between each of them, and says at last, "That's good. I'm glad for you. Are you sure I can't handle getting supplies for you."

Because it's starting to wonder if they know what soap even actually is. Or maybe if whatever the tech drugged its tea with is making it hallucinate. That might be more likely than this utterly weird conversation.