Author: Chippewa Livingston
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An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: Camo
I let go of the soft, lacy fabric of the infant's outfit. It was for the best. The price tag on it was big enough that the kid would have worn the clothes everyday regardless of gender.
With an unprecedented pang of regret, I turned away from the baby clothes. That section had smelled like the former owners of the clothes. The scent was warm and fuzzy and oddly comforting. Odd, because I knew the smell was a combination of breast milk and vomit.
The coat section had an array of fabrics and colors though cheap and faded were the most typical variety. There were coats of faux fur and coats with extra pockets in strategic locations. My eye fell on one that I couldn't resist trying on… probably because he saw it first and couldn't look away.
Good condition. Full- length. Red leather.
I embraced Roxanne's passion for shopping and swept the coat on. His eyes went a little unfocused in the manner of a flashback. Not the kind that preceded a bout of the shakes, this was a different kind all together
This was one of the few memories from Manticore that didn't involve pain, bloodshed or orders. There's was just an empty shrink's office, no surveillance and a red leather sofa.
Somehow though, that one good memory had been the start of all this.
I shrugged the coat off. He blinked. "Y-you can't buy that…"
I smirked. He never stuttered. "I know," I picked up the price tag, "I'd have to figure out how to live in it and eat it."
"That's not what I meant." I threw the coat at him and let Roxie go back to shopping. She'd been simply ecstatic at the diner that day, kicking the juke box and singing along to the tunes that it managed to produce.
Eventually I settled on a warm, old army coat. It wasn't a really pleasant piece of nostalgia but I couldn't get used to women's jackets anyway- they buttoned on the wrong side.
For dinner we settled on Chinese as the most different from diner food. I left the restaurant with a full stomach that for the first time in days didn't feel like something large was trying to claw its way out. "Thank you." I drawled in Roxanne's sweet southern tone.
"What?" He stopped and laughed.
"I decided I need to learn how to say that." I explained. "I'm not so good at it but Roxie is. It's a start."
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: Camo
I let go of the soft, lacy fabric of the infant's outfit. It was for the best. The price tag on it was big enough that the kid would have worn the clothes everyday regardless of gender.
With an unprecedented pang of regret, I turned away from the baby clothes. That section had smelled like the former owners of the clothes. The scent was warm and fuzzy and oddly comforting. Odd, because I knew the smell was a combination of breast milk and vomit.
The coat section had an array of fabrics and colors though cheap and faded were the most typical variety. There were coats of faux fur and coats with extra pockets in strategic locations. My eye fell on one that I couldn't resist trying on… probably because he saw it first and couldn't look away.
Good condition. Full- length. Red leather.
I embraced Roxanne's passion for shopping and swept the coat on. His eyes went a little unfocused in the manner of a flashback. Not the kind that preceded a bout of the shakes, this was a different kind all together
This was one of the few memories from Manticore that didn't involve pain, bloodshed or orders. There's was just an empty shrink's office, no surveillance and a red leather sofa.
Somehow though, that one good memory had been the start of all this.
I shrugged the coat off. He blinked. "Y-you can't buy that…"
I smirked. He never stuttered. "I know," I picked up the price tag, "I'd have to figure out how to live in it and eat it."
"That's not what I meant." I threw the coat at him and let Roxie go back to shopping. She'd been simply ecstatic at the diner that day, kicking the juke box and singing along to the tunes that it managed to produce.
Eventually I settled on a warm, old army coat. It wasn't a really pleasant piece of nostalgia but I couldn't get used to women's jackets anyway- they buttoned on the wrong side.
For dinner we settled on Chinese as the most different from diner food. I left the restaurant with a full stomach that for the first time in days didn't feel like something large was trying to claw its way out. "Thank you." I drawled in Roxanne's sweet southern tone.
"What?" He stopped and laughed.
"I decided I need to learn how to say that." I explained. "I'm not so good at it but Roxie is. It's a start."