"Shit, it'll be the nicest place I've ever had too." Aside from Tom and Door's house, but that's magic so it doesn't count. It's better than any of the places his parents moved him to; better than the Dragons boarding house; better than his crappy apartment in Tharsis; better than the Bebop, even. And because it's going to be one of the nicest places he's ever had, he'll trade her a clean-up session later for a smoke now: those things are treats and he's pretty damn sure the last time he had one was way before the shit hit the fan with Alter and the Israeli army. It might even have been back at the House of Arch last time they were there.
How 'bout that.
As Beth unwraps the cellophane from around the pack -- shit, they won't even be stale cigarettes, and what a treat that is -- and hands him one, he gives Junior a kiss and sets her in Beth's arms. Yeah, she's got to have the nanobots too, but he doesn't really want to smoke right in her face or anything. Fishing in his pockets for his lighter -- it's the one thing he always carries with him beside his gun -- he steps back, opens a dusty window, and lights that smoke. It tastes like the proverbial million Woolongs, but he's got one ear trained on the noises going on outside. Right now they're all natural: wind rustling, the occasional something falling out of a tree or whatever, but no people sounds and definitely no approaching Israeli army sounds.
That's good. He's glad that little chapter is over. He's not much of a caveman type, but he can protect his Beths at this place.
Yeah.
He still thinks that loving Beth's the best thing he's ever done. Nothing else he's ever accomplished in his life can hold a candle to all of this.
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Date: 2008-07-29 04:05 am (UTC)How 'bout that.
As Beth unwraps the cellophane from around the pack -- shit, they won't even be stale cigarettes, and what a treat that is -- and hands him one, he gives Junior a kiss and sets her in Beth's arms. Yeah, she's got to have the nanobots too, but he doesn't really want to smoke right in her face or anything. Fishing in his pockets for his lighter -- it's the one thing he always carries with him beside his gun -- he steps back, opens a dusty window, and lights that smoke. It tastes like the proverbial million Woolongs, but he's got one ear trained on the noises going on outside. Right now they're all natural: wind rustling, the occasional something falling out of a tree or whatever, but no people sounds and definitely no approaching Israeli army sounds.
That's good. He's glad that little chapter is over. He's not much of a caveman type, but he can protect his Beths at this place.
Yeah.
He still thinks that loving Beth's the best thing he's ever done. Nothing else he's ever accomplished in his life can hold a candle to all of this.