#plachu

I apparently started this back in August of last year. But I guess I didn't vibe enough to finish it. But. Here I am now! Originally I didn't have the mice there, but I decided to add them. I figured they'd enjoy bath time with Pidge and Darrell.

A gift!fic for the lovely @rueitae as thanks for just being such a sweet, kind, wonderful person whose comments never fail to brighten my day and pull me out of dark places.

A Squeak in the Code

Summary:  Despite the late hour Pidge has no plans to sleep until she finishes running her current algorithm. Four determined little space mice have a very different plan in mind.

Story snippet:

A warm, wet nose bumped her fingers and she glanced over to find Platt with Plachu standing next to him with arms crossed and while he always looked stern he looked particularly so right now.

“What?” Pidge frowned right back. “I’m working.”

Plachu glared harder while Platt hauled his bulk to flop himself completely over her hand and the computer mouse.

A small, timid squeak had her turning to where Chulatt was standing in front of the monitor and his little tail was pointing at the clock in the corner.

Pidge blinked.

“So?” she asked. “Three in the morning is hardly late for me.”

Chuchule gave an indignant chirp on her lap and slid out from beneath her hand, scampering up Pidge’s arm to her shoulder, turning in a little circle and pointedly lying down.

“I work best late at night,” Pidge argued, gently shaking Platt off her hand and he fell down with a tiny little plop and sigh.

Hello, my name is Plachu. You destroyed my home planet, prepare to die. 

HAPPY BIRTH DAY MY SPACE CHILD!