Jitterbug Juno

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I’m dying at the thought of either of them struggling to control some needy subvocalizations, but I’m such a Nureyev kinnie that my mind latches onto him first. Just...Nureyev, having learned to suppress his subvocalizations?? Because of course they’d betray his deeper feelings, so...better to cut them off at the root. Everyone else on the ‘Blanche spends their time chirping and humming away to say things like excuse me and I care about you and calm down...Even Buddy, who’s pretty quiet by subvocal standards, still purrs I love you’s and I’m here’s to Vespa. But meanwhile Nureyev’s like this pocket of dead air. No subvocals whatsoever. It’s downright eerie. At a certain point Juno’s not even sure whether Nureyev CAN make subvocalizations anymore?? Did he hallucinate the noises Nureyev made when they were in the tomb??

Peter meets Juno when he's still with the HCPD...and Diamond.

The officer holds up a plastic cup. “Water?”

Ah—the gruff voice from before. Peter knows better than to refuse. He sits up, then shudders from his toes to his fingertips. His ribs feel like a battered marimba. He does his best to fold away the worst of the pain, crosses his legs and holds out his hand. The officer passes him the cup. Peter drinks.

“Come to play good cop, have we?” Peter asks once he’s done.

The officer plucks the empty cup out of his hand. “Pretty sure we both know that’s an oxymoron, but thanks for the vote of confidence."

Peter meets Juno when he's still with the HCPD...and Diamond.

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Peter does his best to fold away the worst of the pain, crosses his legs and holds out his hand. The officer passes him the cup. Peter drinks.

“Come to play good cop, have we?” Peter asks once he’s done.

The officer plucks the empty cup out of his hand. “Pretty sure we both know that’s an oxymoron, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”