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FLUFF BREAK

Astrid hadn't been kidding when she said this house had plenty of room. It's a big, sprawling, two-storey... thing on a corner in a residential district that's slowly putting itself back together. Sure the place looks a little worn on the outside....

...But on the inside she's managed to make it an actual home. The place used to belong to a Loyalist couple who, sadly, no longer need it. Astrid has, interestingly, made a habit of appropriating abandoned Loyalist property, mainly because the current provisional governmant considers them forfeit. First come first served, and it seems the Fringe team won't ever have to pay for anything again in this area. So she moved out all the Loyalist propaganda and managed to get in some real furniture and decor. It's a warm and inviting and roomy place that needs explored.

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Astrid nudges Donald's feet aside so she can sit on the sofa with him. The kitten, meanwhile, has discovered a new hyoomin on the sofa and oh my gosh, must love the new hyoomin lemme get fuzz and purr and cute all over you, hi, hi, hi, hiiiii.

"I think it's more that he found me. I was out picking up some groceries the other day and he followed me home and wouldn't take no for an answer."

"He must be one smart cat, to make it on the streets." Oh gosh. So much purring, so much fuzz. He has to pet the little guy.

He's a wee rumbly ball of fluff and needles. Love him. LOVE HIM.

"Yep. And lucky, too." Astrid reaches out to scritch the tiny head. The kitten gets all confused and rolls about. Oh, so much love. "I haven't figured out what to name him, yet, though."

Prrprrprrprrprrprrprr.

Lovings. He can't pet you any more than you're being pet, kittycat! He only has two hands! And kittycat is tiny.

Names... it's time to ponder names and sip cocoa, quiet.

Astrid curls up with a blanket and her cocoa as well and the room becomes very quiet. The only sound is the ticking of a clock somewhere and the kitten's purring and October's gentle snoring.

The kitten bats at dust motes with his oversized kitten paws and then stretches as only a feline can. Oh, tough life, eh, cat?

Teeny sneeze. Astrid giggles.

"Nutmeg." he says drowsily after ten minutes or so. "It's--his fur is nearly that color. Don't you think?"

The kitten rolls about and purrs. Astrid smiles.

"It's a perfect name."

Little Nutmeg yawns the biggest kitten yawn ever.

"Should I let you sleep?" Astrid asks, looking between the drowsy Donald and the still-snoring October. Between those two and the kitten, she won't be far behind unless she gets up and does something.

"It's a side effect. Did you need me to do something?" Probably he could fight it off with caffeine... and escaping the purring, which is like a sedative itself.

"No, I just... didn't want to bother you if you wanted to sleep." Astrid puts down the cocoa mug and looks at Donald for a moment. He looks... lonely.

So she makes a decision. She'll do what she's wanted to do for a while, now, because he struck her as being so painfully sad and alone. Quietly, she scoots over on the sofa until she's next to him, then puts her arms around him and hugs him. And stays there.

The kitten thinks it's snuggle time and drapes himself across the two of them.

She's guaranteed he'll be out like a light soon if she stays next to him. Warmth. A hug. It's been a long time, in this torn up world. He was always a danger to his various Native friends with a tracker on him, so...

He sets the half-finished cocoa aside and keeps on drowsing, trying to stay awake. Silly pills. "We have things to do, Michael."

Michael.

Astrid's heart breaks a little when she hears this, but she stays right where she is. She stays and tries her best not to tear up but fails. Your shirt may end up a little wet, Donald.

She'll stay until he's asleep, but... considering the purring and the snoring and the warmth, she might not get up then, either.

There's no shame in tears, he's guilty of it right now too, the moment he remembers it's Astrid, not Michael, and... it never will be.

But hiding feelings all the time would defeat the purpose of being human. Men should cry if they damn well feel like it.

Zzzz.

Zzzzzz.

And when he comes round again, the kitten is gone to who knows where, doing cat things, and October is once again chowing down and Astrid... is still there, snuggled against him, asleep.

October tilts his head. "I did not wish to wake you," he says softly. "You looked... content."

So quiet. Astrid's asleep, poor thing.

"We're all a little out of sorts." And he's pinned. "It's quite alright."

Astrid has decided that Donald is the best pillow ever and is dead asleep. Who knew someone that tiny could be so heavy?

On the other hand, October watches them a little... forlornly. Still, he has food. Plenty of food. He's almost back to his old self, give or take twenty pounds. He doesn't look so weary and bloodless.

"What do you think will happen to us?" he asks softly.

He's all of six inches taller than Astrid, so yes, sorta heavy. Moreso since he isn't well.

"You'll stay here, I imagine. When you're all together..."

She would feel bad if she was squishing him. Yanno. If she were awake.

October regards his eggs and habaneros. "That is what I mean. What is to become of us if we all are gathered here but cannot find a way to leave this time? What can we do to survive in a place where we are hated?"

It's been chewing away at the back of his mind for a while, now.

"You... must find a way to escape. To stop whatever is trapping you here." You're the one with the enhanced cognition, October. Donald's just a 'primitive' now.

"We should have all vanished, and yet we didn't... I don't know why that is, either."

Funny thing is, October doesn't think of him as primitive. Well, not entirely. There is a lot to learn from him. Like what to do with these feelings that keep distracting his enhanced cognition.

"I think I am... afraid. I cannot see our future, and... I fear that we do not have one." He looks up at Donald again. "But you do."

"I would... wouldn't I. I'm stuck in time in a way you aren't. And you shouldn't be. What happens when you try to leave?"

Probably a head full of static. Ow.

He's still whispering, amazed Astrid isn't awake.

"I... I am not certain what happens..."

With that, October stands, takes a breath, and... blurs. His form and nothing else goes almost completely blurred and then snaps back into reality. His legs immediately go out from under him and he is spilled onto the floor, arms hitting the table with a loud clatter that causes Astrid to jump awake with a squeak.

"What happened?" She blinks at October, who looks very dazed.

"I don't know." He looks a bit shocked himself, and worried. "October? Are you alright?"

"I am not injured," October answers, picking himself up off the floor. "I do not know how it appeared to others, but when I attempted to move through time, everything went black for a moment."

He starts putting things back onto the table while Astrid sheepishly detangles herself from Donald, occasionally giving him a shy smile.

"Blurry, as it looks when you hyperattenuate time." To catch bullets! "You're metaphorically running in place..." His brain isn't 100% awake yet. He can pick himself up though!

October returns to his chair and drops himself into it, looking a bit deflated.

Astrid quietly busies herself with gathering blankets. This is their conversation, and she really hasn't got anything to contribute to it at the moment.

"It is... disconcerting. Something is missing. I..." He looks at Donald and suddenly realises what he's saying. "Apologies."

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