[ He shouldn't laugh. It isn't funny. Except it seems like no matter how many times he tells himself that it isn't funny the less convinced he gets. Because it is funny to see Maine covered in the little furry creatures.
But he tries. He tries so hard to keep it together. Until the rumbling warning seems to serve as a beacon to the things.
Unable to contain it any more, Wash laughs. It's quiet, at least, and relatively quick, but the grin stays on his face and reflects in his eyes. ]
Maybe you're speaking their language. [ Picking up one of the things, Wash turns it over, looking for a face or a butt or anything that suggests which is the front and which is the back. There's nothing. ] They're cute though. Sort of.
[ His fingers absently stroke along the furry... back? Belly? Side? ]
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But he tries. He tries so hard to keep it together. Until the rumbling warning seems to serve as a beacon to the things.
Unable to contain it any more, Wash laughs. It's quiet, at least, and relatively quick, but the grin stays on his face and reflects in his eyes. ]
Maybe you're speaking their language. [ Picking up one of the things, Wash turns it over, looking for a face or a butt or anything that suggests which is the front and which is the back. There's nothing. ] They're cute though. Sort of.
[ His fingers absently stroke along the furry... back? Belly? Side? ]
What do you think they are?