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Octavia was a raccoon.
Duke sat on his deck, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands and staring out at the water.
Octavia was a raccoon.
Again!
It wasn't really a disaster? He kept reminding himself of that. She was perfectly safe and healthy, se was just . . . a raccoon. There was absolutely no need for the flood of adrenaline currently washing through his system. Or for all his varying urges to try to fix something. Rewire his nav system again, maybe. Work on the plumbing. Octavia was just going to be a raccoon until she wasn't again, and there was noting to be done about it.
He hated not being able to do anything about things.
[open, should anyone want to visit the moody smuggler!]
Duke sat on his deck, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands and staring out at the water.
Octavia was a raccoon.
Again!
It wasn't really a disaster? He kept reminding himself of that. She was perfectly safe and healthy, se was just . . . a raccoon. There was absolutely no need for the flood of adrenaline currently washing through his system. Or for all his varying urges to try to fix something. Rewire his nav system again, maybe. Work on the plumbing. Octavia was just going to be a raccoon until she wasn't again, and there was noting to be done about it.
He hated not being able to do anything about things.
[open, should anyone want to visit the moody smuggler!]