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[After Miller has gotten back from the station, helping Liquid (much to David's irritation) and assisting in a Bucky rescue. He had immediately had taken a shower and made sure his glasses were perfectly intact. But then? He made it to his room.]

[And this is the most exhausted sounding audio post he can probably make.]

Could someone bring me some new blankets and sheets for my bed on Nomo deck? It's #007. Apparently in my short time at the station, my husky saw fit to fill my bed with her small dogs. [And then to assure the few parties he knows will be concerned.] She's fine. They're fine. [It's just a mess.]

Apologies to my roommates. I'll have it cleaned up quickly. [He's been very on top of cleaning up after her. He's fussy enough to do this. But at the moment? After the prison? A little overwhelmed at the moment.]

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She's got to be happy to not be carrying those around anymore.

[Nothing like puppies to make Liquid sound downright cheerful despite everything. Well. Almost cheerful. It's in there.]

Can I come see them sometime? Or are they too young for visitors?

It should be fine. Give me a couple of hours though.

[So there's not a family argument around the small dog potatoes he's now in charge of maintaining.]

Sure. Just let me know when it's alright.

[He certainly doesn't need to start fighting with his dad on top of everything that's happened so far, sure.]

They picked an interesting time to pop out.

[He'll come back later, when he knows John is gone.]

Make sure you've washed your hands and you can come over now.

And yeah, she picked a hell of a time. Maybe she wanted some privacy.

I don't blame her. I'll be over soon.

[He washes his hands like Miller said to, then not much later at all he's knocking on the door since they're practically neighbors.]

[Everyone he knows that is trouble lives on this floor. When he lets Liquid in Mama's completely asleep on the bed, exhausted as can be, and some of the pups are curled into small drowsing balls.]

[Still a little odd to let him in here. But he's shown no violence towards him yet, and has even less apparent intent towards the dogs. If anything, the pups are something to look forward to.]

[He's glad to give them some sort of normalcy. They're soldiers, warriors, fighters. But does that mean rejecting anything outside of that? No. They should know what it is to be people as well. Or else their fights are meaningless. Soldiers are meaningless.]

[He leads Liquid over. Crouches down beside her with the softest grunt, thanks to his aching leg.] You can pick one up. They're pretty much out. [He says it quietly, but not really whispering. Big day for all of them.]

[Liquid has no reason to hurt Miller, and even less reason to hurt the dogs. While, yes, he was ultimately responsible for the man's death, there'd been a reason for it. Whether it was a good reason or not is up to interpretation. Here, they're all working together, like it or not. When he walks in, he glances around and then makes a beeline for Mama.]

Had a busy day, have you?

[Normalcy has always been hard for him. He isn't just a soldier; he was created to be one. Fighting is coded into his very being. But, goddammit, he's trying. And he needs it more than anything now, after that whole station fiasco. He'll be kicking himself forever on that one, most likely. He crouches down to take a look at the puppies.]

They're adorable.

[He kind of wants to hold them all, but that's probably not safe right now. They'll all be running around in no time anyway. So he just picks one up, as gently as possible, a smile on his face.]

So tiny. Guess they're all pretty tired, hm?

They'll sleep a lot. Have more energy when they get older, but spend it quick. With eight of them, though.

[Miller's going to have fun tapping into his own energy reserves to handle these things.]

[Mama hasn't doubted Liquid. Despite Miller's occasional worries, she's been given no reason to fear him. A wary animal anyway, her trust has generally been earned. So when it makes a soft little noise of surprise, she just rises to sniff his hand once to confirm it's alright, then flops back down, out like a light.]

[Her assorted colored babies stay pretty still themselves. Both good news and worrisome. It means a paranoid Miller is going to constantly be checking on their health for a few days.]

[Liquid is as gentle as can be with the puppy, petting it with the slightest of motions before just holding it. Maybe it's a little odd for Liquid to be so calm, but hey. He hasn't been feeling so great.]

You'll have a lot of work on your hands until they can be dispersed. At least you'll have Mama helping out.

[It's good to at least have someone's trust around here. Not that he hasn't exactly deserved people's wariness, but he's been nothing but well-behaved here. Beyond getting brainwashed and trying to drag other people into it, but that wasn't his fault.

He needs to stop thinking about it. Cuddling the puppy in one arm, he reaches out to pet Mama too before setting the little dog down next to her.

Maybe that one will end up being his. Who knows? He's happy he'll be getting one.]

She's got to be proud of herself.

And very, very relieved. She's been stuffed full for weeks now.

[It's slowly becoming not that odd. Maybe because he has no reason to be combative towards him here. There's no soldiers he has to manipulate to his side. So he guesses he's not all that surprised.]

I've not figured out what they all are yet. At least three males, two females. Haven't had a good look at the rest.

[And then he sighs as if he's deflating.] Well. At least this time it's dogs instead of soldiers keeping me busy. It's a little more understandable when they mess up.

Now she should be able to explore things around here a bit more properly.

[It still feels kind of odd for Liquid, in the end. He's used to having to fight something or other, or to at least think about it. Here, it's far more peaceful, and while he's been known to prefer chaos, he can't entirely hate it.

It's just strange.]

You'll have time for that later, I'm sure. They must have a lot of sleeping to do.

[Meanwhile, Liquid laughs at that as he reaches out to pet another one of the puppies, as calm as he's been.] And soldiers have a harder time looking cute when they mess up.

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