nkos, Denver's House. Reconnecting

[dens_extra_pups]

Knockout: *quietly thanks the murlock that gave him a ride out to the little UFO-shaped house that bobs quietly in the harbour next to their own crannog, then gives the little guy two five dollar bills and steps uncertainly onto the deck. He can see Waterbaby splashing around with the toddlers from the murlock tribe nearby, and can't hold in a smile at the sight as he touches the harness he's wearing. But then he remembers who else lives in this tiny houseboat, and his head turns in search of her as his smile fades to a faint, anxious scowl*

Denver: *laying on the deck with her feet in the water, seems to be dozing peacefully despite the frown on her face*

Knockout: *scowl fades to contemplative concern as he ponders how much older she looks than the night before they arrived in this bizarre place between worlds. From this, his mind goes back to the day when Denver had shown him two episodes of the program, 'Backwater Homes', and told him that she wanted to have a house like Dan's or like Sheldon's*

Denver: *soft little sigh*

Knockout: *attention sharpens, and then he's walking over and looking down at her* *hesitantly* Denver?

Denver: *opens one eye slightly, then she's yawning and stretching before sitting up*

Knockout: *still slowly and uncertainly as he thinks of the sporadic returns that she occasionally makes to the subspace house that Scattershot and Pinkie Pie bought for them* You... didn't come to visit last night. *or the night before, or the night before, or the night before* *glances up and flinches as he spots the massive hulk that is big Galeas hauling cargo off a ship toward the Mall*

Denver: *attention going to big Galeas for a brief moment, then she's looking down at her hands* *quietly* Been 'avin' s'me trouble sleepin'... Weird dreams.*and with the way she kicks when her dreams get weird...*

Knockout: *scowl returns* Have those murlocks been keeping you awake with all that jumping off your deck at night?

Denver: Naw... *frown* 'Ow th' 'eck d' y'u know 'bout th't?

Knockout: *shrugs* I'm Batman. Are you sure?

Denver: *frown, doesn't believe you* Th' murlocks're good neighbors.

Knockout: Alright. I believe you. *looks toward the door and thinks of her frustration that day in the kitchen of the subspace house when she had wanted to feed her people, and he hadn't been able to eat anything she could make* ...I got another modification.

Denver: *raised brow* Y'u did?

Knockout: *eyes back toward her face as he hopes that this will take some of that gloom from her eyes and face* Yes. I can process organic fuel... food... now.

Denver: ... *slow grin* Ah got stuff t' make grits...

Knockout: *quietly desperate to continue that grin* I don't know what that is, but I'll eat it.

Denver: *quick check for Waterbaby, will move to get standing* Th'n Ah'll show y'u.

Knockout: Alright. *hopeful grin as he turns toward the door and waits for her to lead the way*

Denver: *will move to let Knockout into her house*

Knockout: *looks around the small, round, room with wonder. And then pauses and blinks as he looks down at something* There's a hole in your floor.

Denver: Th't leads t' th' bedroom.

Knockout: Oh. Yes. Of course it does. *looks at her hopefully for instructions*

Denver: *points to one of the seats near the kitchen* Ah'll git th' grits goin'.

Knockout: *slides obediently into the booth and rests his elbows on the table as he watches her, but then a call from Waterbaby has him sliding back out and going to help the tot up the ladder and onto the deck* Aww. Hello, sweetheart. I missed you too.

Waterbaby: *clings to his harness and hides her face in the crook of his neck*

Denver: *absent humming as she gets the grits going in a saucepan on the stove, some of the tension in her seeming to melt away*

Knockout: *is beaming as he comes back inside and goes to the dinette. Beam turns to a soft squawk of surprise as Waterbaby lets go of him to leap onto the seat*

Waterbaby: *big pout of what'd U do dat for*

Denver: *amused snerk at the squawk, will offer Waterbaby some of the cheese she's working on grating*

Waterbaby: *happy expression as she does her best approach to the ASL for "thank you" and takes the treat*

Denver: *small smile, will offer Knockout some of the cheese, too*

Knockout: *takes it hesitantly as he settles onto the seat* Thank you. *going to analyze it now!*

Denver: *soft snerk, back to work on the grits. Will soon be adding the grated cheese to the grits*

Knockout: *now that he's finally come inside, he's got every intention of staying here till Denver kicks him out*

((Written with random_xtras))