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

Spam - naval gargoyle by bed

[shakenandlimp]

And yet the lad is dead.

[yeahscience]

Oh. You didn't. He just, what, dropped dead on his own?

oh look this is way easier than actually going to his bedside

[ichoosefight]

You lying bastard. I swear to God you so much as look at him funny and I will tase you so hard your whole nervous system will burst into flames.