11th Wave

[tentacruelest]

[Davy is, at last, waking up in the infirmary after his tiff with Stephanie and Kevin. He's restrained to a bed, but his tentacled beard holds his communicator close as he narrows his eyes at the screen, hissing angrily]


Someone best be coming to let me up. Cast me in Zero if yeh like, but let me up to stretch these limbs-!

I didnae kill the whelp, nor his dog. Let me up.

[Private to the Admiral]

[Nothing. Davy doesn't give gifts. He doesn't like any of you]

Comments

gdi.

[tentacruelest]

[brooding silence. No. Not gonna apologize. But he'll cease his threats against Jesse and Kevin. For now]

[yeahscience]

I thought so. Later, Moby Mega-Dick.