singillatim | he's got that dog in him

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he's got that dog in him

Who: Hickey & OPEN!
What: tracking training! couples talking! dog??
When: throughout the month.
Where: in Milton and the surrounding wilds.

Content Warnings: usual Hickey warnings apply (possible talk of violence, cannibalism, starvation, Terror's everything)

( catch-alls and closed starters within. hmu if you want one! )

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He's not looking, he's not watching, nope nope nope Hickey doesn't want to see this. So don't mind him as he keeps his eyes closed, not wanting to see Crozier and Raju kiss or snuggle or what the fuck else they'll be doing.

Raju's smile grows and he leans in to kiss Francis, but for all the talk of it being small as wolves go, as people go it's too large to ignore for long, and even if Francis has forgotten it Raju's gaze goes back to the thing as he leans back. That's where he sits when it's colder, curled there in front of the fire, and he frowns a little as something occurs to him.

"Do you think it has fleas?" Someone who's comfortable with dogs like Francis is surely has a better idea about this than Raju does. "I hope whoever tamed it trained it to take baths..."

It didn’t seem to be infested when he’d been petting it - in fact, the wolf’s coat appeared relatively clean, as though this particular wolf has spent a lot of time indoors.

“I hope not,” he grumbles. “Last thing we bloody need are fleas in the furs. But I don’t think that’s the case. It hasn’t been scratching.”

All he can really do now is offer a little shrug of his hand and not-hand.

You know how when someone else yawns, it makes you immediately want to yawn yourself? It turns out that, at least for Hickey, it's the same with scratching. As Crozier mentions scratching, without really thinking, Hickey moves his leg up so he can scratch himself behind the ear—and wow, he is not used to his leg doing that. It's nice to scratch an itch like that! But weird as hell.

Raju watches it, then raises his eyebrows and grimaces at Francis. "Maybe it doesn't mind soap and water."

Ah. Great timing, wolf. He also looks at the animal skeptically as it starts to scratch.

"Maybe. I don't think I'll be throwing a bucket of water on its head today to find out."

Yeah, damn straight nobody's throwing a bucket on his head. Hickey makes a little whining huffing noise of approval before he stops scratching and resumes being curled up in front of the fire.

...though shit, he's going to have to find a way to test for fleas by himself. Billy'll be livid if he manages to bring anything like that back to theirs.

Raju watches it for a moment but it seems settled, and he hasn't actually seen any fleas so far, and Francis is here in front of him without a shirt or those damn bandages, and Raju's gaze is drifting back, and he's smiling.

"You said it's been warmer, didn't you?" he murmurs, fingertips trailing low across Francis' stomach, just over his waistband. "Do you intend to keep dressing this way?"

He was wondering when the lack of shirt would become an 'issue'. A mischievous smile tugs at his lips, and he takes a single step forward to bring them closer together.

"If the heat continues," he tells him, not at all innocent despite the tone of his voice. "Why? Is it a problem?"

Oh come on now! Why this? He knows what's going to happen next, he knows why Crozier's that close! And nope, don't mind Hickey as he attempts to look away from this canoodling, and what will inevitably move past the canoodling stage. He's lying on the floor, still curled up, trying his hardest to not pay attention to the cuddling over her.

Raju's grin is half-restrained, more for show than anything else, and his drifting hand comes to a stop right where the trousers begin, curling as if about to tug at them. "A big problem. But you're lucky; I'm very good with problems. Especially big ones."

The restraint in his expression is gone, and his grin is wide. At home, to a woman who didn't know him, that wouldn't have worked at all. That sort of joke would be the last thing he should say. But he doesn't have to present his best self to Francis all the time, does he? And besides, Francis is a man, and a sailor on top of it; there's no reason he can't enjoy a terrible innuendo and a little fun at the same time.

Oh, he can't take that seriously, though he makes a valiant effort to keep a straight face. "Oh?" he asks, hand drifting to rest on Rama's hip. "That's presumptuous."

He doesn't grin, but that eyebrow of his does pop suggestively. "In both size and ability."

It's all absolute nonsense, this silly little back-and-forth that only happens here, in the safety of their four walls. It makes him so happy to be so frivolous for a change.

Hickey is suddenly starting to regret this whole 'pretend to be a normal dog' plan. The door's not locked. If he just makes his way over there, he can push it open and get the hell out of here before these two start buggering on the couch. Because considering where Raju and Crozier's hands are, buggering on the couch is a very valid possibility.

Quietly, Hickey stands up and pads over towards the door, not making any sound, hoping to just quietly push it open and get the hell out of there.

Raju's trying to fight his grin back far enough to look offended when their unexpected guest stands and moves, and Raju's head turns to follow it.

It pushes the door open easily — another sign that the thing has to have been trained by someone — and slips out of it, gone just like that. Raju looks from the tail disappearing out into the snow to Francis, eyebrows raised. "Suppose it's not staying for dinner, then."

Crozier’s eyes follows the wolf as it moves from its spot by their fireplace and towards the door, slinking out without another plea for attention or food. Strange mutt.

“Going back to its real family,” he chuckles, stepping away from Rama to push shut the door and latch it.

“Now,” he says, turning back to him. “Where were we?”

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