[It felt so good to warm up in the shower, letting the heat sink in. It gave him a chance to think on what they were gonna do about the little squeaky creature taking up residence in their home.
Like any kid, he tried to sneak home animals to take care of. He'd been doing a good job of giving a home to a local stray dog, making a nice little place to be by a dumpster and sneaking it food from the restaurant.
Until his father had found out. What he hadn't realized is that he kept careful account on all supplies at Qing Jin and noticed some errors. So with ruthless efficiency, he got to the bottom of it and found Zhao feeding his pet with high quality meat. He'd been punished, of course, punched hard enough to knock him on his ass. Then it was explained to him that he'd been technically stealing and to work it off, he'd be studying at Qing Jin and helping out with various tasks to make things right.
It had inadvertently set him on the start to restaurant management, so a bright spot. But his dad and the old guard had to always go one step further. It was funny, it had been so devastating as a kid, but now he could look back at that memory as an adult and just sigh. Was it really necessary to have some trainee assassins break the dog's neck right in front of him? Like, what the fuck?
He'd forgotten about that whole thing, but the more he thought about it, probably why he didn't go for pets in general. With the situation now, he might have a chance to do it right, but they'd be smart. Practical.
Shower done, he toweled himself dry, wandered to their room, got dressed in the warmest clothes he had and set himself at the table where his food sat for him, along with a steaming cup of tea.]
Thank you, baby. [He'd been so hungry and goddamn if the food didn't revive him. Especially the tea and he raised a cup and nodded to Joon-gi as if to say "well done."]
New plan. Every four hours we gotta feed the beast. Tomorrow, we'll go to a vet. If the vet says "this cat is diseased and fucked up" then we do the humane thing and say goodbye. We are not naming her until we know what we're dealing with. If the vet's like "actually she's a fucking tank and not that bad," we're going to have a whole other conversation about what we're doing. That conversation might involve names. Does that sound fair to you?
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Date: 2024-09-13 01:00 pm (UTC)Like any kid, he tried to sneak home animals to take care of. He'd been doing a good job of giving a home to a local stray dog, making a nice little place to be by a dumpster and sneaking it food from the restaurant.
Until his father had found out. What he hadn't realized is that he kept careful account on all supplies at Qing Jin and noticed some errors. So with ruthless efficiency, he got to the bottom of it and found Zhao feeding his pet with high quality meat. He'd been punished, of course, punched hard enough to knock him on his ass. Then it was explained to him that he'd been technically stealing and to work it off, he'd be studying at Qing Jin and helping out with various tasks to make things right.
It had inadvertently set him on the start to restaurant management, so a bright spot. But his dad and the old guard had to always go one step further. It was funny, it had been so devastating as a kid, but now he could look back at that memory as an adult and just sigh. Was it really necessary to have some trainee assassins break the dog's neck right in front of him? Like, what the fuck?
He'd forgotten about that whole thing, but the more he thought about it, probably why he didn't go for pets in general. With the situation now, he might have a chance to do it right, but they'd be smart. Practical.
Shower done, he toweled himself dry, wandered to their room, got dressed in the warmest clothes he had and set himself at the table where his food sat for him, along with a steaming cup of tea.]
Thank you, baby. [He'd been so hungry and goddamn if the food didn't revive him. Especially the tea and he raised a cup and nodded to Joon-gi as if to say "well done."]
New plan. Every four hours we gotta feed the beast. Tomorrow, we'll go to a vet. If the vet says "this cat is diseased and fucked up" then we do the humane thing and say goodbye. We are not naming her until we know what we're dealing with. If the vet's like "actually she's a fucking tank and not that bad," we're going to have a whole other conversation about what we're doing. That conversation might involve names. Does that sound fair to you?