#dr-cauldwell

Right now, Octavia looked something like a cat with its ears pricked up, on high alert for anyone that may have followed them now.

“Happens to the best of us… Almost happened to me pretty recently too.” Octavia said, her attention everywhere but Dewey for a few more moments as she cast another nervous glance around before finally convincing herself they were safe for now. “I’m not usually a major missions person either… I just run my greenhouse and grow what people need. I do most of my work from home. Glad I could help you out… Are you alright?”

“Well enough,” Dewey said. He wasn’t, actually. Being taken always shook him; he was the sort who had a need for inventory, and desperately required everything to remain in its proper place. When that sort of stability was challenged, or overturned entirely... he didn’t handle it well. 

Dewey couldn’t be sure if the basement of a run-down post office was the place to meet for horticultural advice, but he didn’t like to be seen in public if possible, especially if he couldn’t easily fall under the guise of one of his brothers. And since Frank was touring in Norway and Ernest was very publicly running a seminar on swans, it left Dewey in a jam, which in this case meant “pickle.”

12. My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

“I know what you’re probably thinking. ‘Why can’t such a highly respected VFD member save himself from his own enemies?” Dewey glanced nervously at Octavia. He more than anything wanted to get back to his library and hide, and calm himself down, but frankly… they were still in trouble. Those people could be anywhere. They had to be cautious. 

“The truth is, I’m more of their undercover lackey. I don’t exactly do much of the - of the missions. In fact most people don’t know I exist, and the ones who do can’t tell me apart from my brothers.” the ones who had grabbed him could. They could. And Dewey hated being taken, just hated it, but -