ret·ri·bu·tion

fallon: ha! herbal is the best kind.

fallon: and vital? i don't know about all that.

fallon: some days i still wonder why y'all made me a sector head. the best i have been able to offer is 'um, do you guys need more blankets?'

quinn: always, skippy.

quinn: you should know about that. own it!

it’s not like nikki has anything better to do around here. to actually put her passion towards something like that would actually be fun and hold her interest for longer than just a week. with a small nod, she reaches out to take her notebook back. “i like the sound of that. i’ve never drawn on a piece of fruit so you may need to stock up on some oranges so i can get a little bit of practice in. wouldn’t want to fuck your skin up on the first try.” with her notebook tucked away into her bag, she leans back in her chair, trying to inspect the ink on quinn. “how long have you been tattooing?” 

even though the question took her by surprise, her expression didn’t really show it. a small glance is given before she’s mulling her answer over in her head. skin? she never really thought about being a tattoo artist, although the idea of it seems right up her ally. nikki isn’t quick to answer, she takes her time to really think on it before she’s looking back at quinn. “i might be interested. i’ve had a few people want to use my work for some tattoos. i just never thought of actually doing it myself. how hard is it to draw with a gun?” she doesn’t know if that’s the correct term tattoo artists use, but she’s going with it. in her mind it looks like a little gun therefore she’s going to stick with calling it just that. 

“Noted.” Ronnie gave a small smile. “I haven’t had to cook for a long time. So I guess with was my first attempt in six years.”

quinn gave her a nod, shrugging. “guess it’s only a failure if you consider it one. all that matters is whether or not you can eat them.”

fallon: that's good to hear. just order a couple cookies, hang tight, and tell everyone there to do the same. we need to keep the streets as clear as possible.

fallon: so far we have had some minor casualties, but nothing that eridanus can't handle.

quinn: cookies and hanging, pretty loose though, but that's herbal.

quinn: the tea, i mean.

@quinnleland

his coat was wrapped around him tightly as he held the box of beer under his arm. it wasn’t cold, no it was the damn virus running through his body. he was learning though. the men in his life using that word on his ma wasn’t something that should’ve been used at all, and shane shouldn’t have looked up to these men, not that he did, but he shouldn’t have taken notes from them anyway. a deep breath left his lips, before he’s finally reaching quinn’s place. wiping sweat from his brow, he looks down smiling at her doormat, before he’s opening the door to let himself in.”honey i’m home.” he calls out, placing the box of beer down to shrug off his jacket, to hang it up on the coat rack, before he’s bending down to pick it up once more. pluto was a ball of fur the moment the kitten saw him.”hey pluto.” he says, before moving gently around the kitten to find quinn.”hey beautiful. brought your favorite.”

she heard pluto before she heard shane, the little hisses and his tiny paws prancing across the wood floor like he was hot shit. yeah, he loved shane. jade eyes rolled softly but her smile spread on her lips as she moved towards the door shane had actually used. “oh look at that, and i just got dinner on the table and the kids washed up.” her finger moved to hook through his belt loop, just gently, because she was well-aware he wasn’t feeling good, and more aware of the multiple reasons for that. she released him only after the gentle tug and glanced down to the little black poof-ball that pluto was on the floor, hopping around shane’s feet like it was a fight he could take. her fingers softly closed around the tiny black kitten and she rolled him over in her hand as she lifted him, rubbing at his stomach and moving back towards the kitchen when the microwave sounded that popcorn was ready, pizza already cooling on the stove. “how bad is it?” she meant wherever he’d been, the meeting or something, she wasn’t concerned about it but she was with making sure he wasn’t getting worse off physically than he already was and she didn’t know how long it took for venom like that to get out of his system.

“Turns out I’m not the chef I thought I was, anybody want some badly burnt and incredibly chewy brownies?”

“chewy brownies are the best though.” quinn smiles, checking out the brownies the other woman had made. “you know like....the all-edges brownie pan where every one of them is perfect and chewy.”

shane: nah you've just been bitten out of pure lust ;)

shane: well consider me coming around a lot more now then. how is little fur buzz anyway?

shane: looks like i'll just have to pop round more. which i intend to do. mind if i stagger my way over now, or are you busy?

quinn: i prefer that, sounds better than the bite you got.

quinn: he'll be happy to see you and so will i.

   good. no questions, just a hand pointing to the exit. awesome. jasper was going to    slip on by when the turn of his gaze caught the outline of a picture. ohh. hold up.    his body slithered next to her, almost one with her shadow as he peered over    her shoulder. ‘ wassat ? ‘ he points. quite rudely. 

shane: bones are healed up nicely, so yeah that's a plus. just this venom inside of me ain't letting me feel any better.

shane: i promise to use it more often. i'll be using it today if that is any consolation? you made a welcome mat just for me? well look at you making a guy feel special.

shane: i'll have to make you something.

quinn: yeaaaah, sounds like a downside, but i can't say i've ever been bitten out of pure fury.

quinn: i didn't make it just for you, little pitter paws over here likes it, you just haven't been coming around to use it.

shane: so just letting you know. i've been summoned to the high quarter to find out my doom.

shane: maybe afterwards you and i can just curl up and watch movies and chill?

quinn: how are you feeling? any better? physically i mean.

   it was late. she should have been keeping her eyes on the time, but books    always seemed to transport her to another place. time did not exist, and simply    bent around the blonde, wonder-filled young woman. it was there, as odette    was walking down the street that she ran into someone.

 ‘ oh ! pardon me – ‘ 

she was working her way carefully through the city, but bumping into people was kind of coming with the territory, with the streets being as packed as they were. her head turned to find the eyes of the person she’d bumped to.