AN: So basically, I saw this,
and wanted to cheer Toby up a bit.
Toby sat listlessly on the couch, his one good eye staring
blankly at the late-night movie he had cued up, not really taking in any of it. He chewed mechanically on some popcorn; it really
tasted like nothing to him right now, but he didn’t want to waste it.Something soft and scaly nuzzled him on his blind side. Toby looked over and saw Madame Xqsurqrxqfhdeoh,
his Flock babysitter for the evening, on the couch beside him. Her central stalk eye met his human one,
giving him an almost questioning look, while the other two were fixed on the
popcorn bag.Wordlessly, Toby offered the bag to her, and she began
happily munching with all three of her mouths, though her stalk eye stayed dutifully
on him.Toby managed a weak smile, and reached over to run a hand
through her dark wool (she obligingly retracted her spines). For how alien the Flock often seemed, Toby had
always found it amazing how empathetic they could be.He was glad that she was here, he really was; but even with
the comfort of her presence, he still couldn’t help feeling miserable.This day had just been…what was that archaic term Alcor
sometimes used?Oh, yeah: crappy.
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