[ There's only a beat of confusion before the smell hits him. Ah. Loud. His nose wrinkles mildly but nods, extracting the fish from the basket and positions himself by the door.
He can hear the chaos from here which means the state of his room is probably going to be a sorry state. ]
Do you think she'll listen? [ A pause as he gives him a look. ] Since you just fought her with lasers.
( Loud, he nods sagely at Cassian's wrinkled nose. You get it now.
Jack takes up post just to Cassian's side, hand hovering over the knob, waiting to spring with reflexes decidedly less than catlike. It's fine. They've got this. They can do it. )
Only one way to find out.
( He says, instead of owning up to his terrible lie. And so he begins to coo gently, his voice soft and appealing: )
Rita! Dinner! Come get some food. Come on, girl. Good dog.
( Evidently giving up all pretense that he isn't familiar with this creature. After a beat, whiskers stick out of the door near Cassian's hand. A moment later, a tiny little paw reaches underneath the crack, groping at Cassian's fish-hand. )
No- no, you have to open the door, Rita. It won't fit. It's a big fish.
( After a mistrustful moment, the paw disappears. There's a soft click of the lock, and Jack jerks the knob before she can change her mind, swinging the door open.
Cassian's room is in disarray. Beneath his bed, two glowing, wary eyes peer out of the darkness. Jack nudges him forth — after all, he's holding the fish. )
[ The tiny paw looks...awfully familiar to something he's seen recently. It doesn't take him that much longer to connect the dots. Rocket. Then again he shouldn't be so quick to rush to conclusions here. Just because a species had the same hands didn't mean they were exactly the same.
The realization distracts him momentarily from his skepticism that Jack looks suited for this particular adventure they're about to embark on. By the time he's about to question this a little further however the door swings open.
The state of his room is as he suspected it would be and his mouth settles into a line that holds back the sigh written on his face. Fortunately he isn't the sort to keep many trinkets or have a lot of stuff in general so it's nothing that can't be replaced. It's probably better to focus on the fact that he might not have a room after this if he can't Rita out of it.
Jack's nudge is met with a mild look of exasperation but he crouches, creeping forward towards his bed holding out the fish. ]
Rita...was it? If you come out of the room, there's more fish where this came from.
( Those two glowing eyes blink at Cassian as though they understand him — and then, ever so slowly, something creeps out from under the bed. She looks like rocket a little, except for the part where she's ever-so-faintly glowing, and there are two luna moth wings folded at her back.
None of that matters right now. What matters now is that her tiny little paw is reachy-reaching for the fish in Cassian's hand. )
Throw it.
( Jack murmurs out of the side of his mouth, and then repeats in a faintly lower whisper: )
[ The glowing eyes which are quickly followed by the glowing body leave him relatively unfazed. His interactions with animals is slim to none; little wildlife could actually survive on Ferrix's barren landscape and anything that could would sooner rip your hand off than be pet.
He figures following that same logic will save him from a similar fate. Which is why he takes Jack's advice and launches the fish out into the hall.
The fish goes sailing - but smacks Jack right in the face. Cassian's eyes widen only to see a glowing streak fly from beneath the bed straight for the man. ]
( And this is the story all about how Jack got slapped in the face with a fish and almost mauled by his own raccoon familiar. One second he's bracing himself to slam the door shut, the next it's a Holy Mackerel in the most literal sense, and a streaking blur of black and neon green as Rita fucking launches herself at sonic speeds toward Jack.
Jack may trust Rita's loyalty in life or death situations, but he does not trust her not to maul him in pursuit of fish, and so he squawks in undignified protest- )
Rita no!
( Stumbling backward, his heel clips a book and his legs go flying out from under him. His ass hits the stonework hard, but it puts enough distance between himself and the furry homing missile that he manages to peel the fish off and he flings it--
[ It probably goes without saying that Cassian definitely hadn't intended on throwing the fish at Jack's face. But he had just been there. He hadn't asked him to stand in the fish's trajectory. There's a brief moment of watching this chaos unfold and being absolutely dumbfounded by it before trying to launch into action and grapple Rita off of Jack.
Key word being try.
As he reaches down to grasp for Rita the fish smacks him square in the face prompting his own undignified squawk. Quick reflexes have him grabbing a hold of the fish and trying to fling it out the door again, but before he can, a blur tackles him to the ground. With his hands up trying to protect his face he doesn't see the smelly fish in all its slimy glory goes flying...right back towards Jack. ]
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[ There's only a beat of confusion before the smell hits him. Ah. Loud. His nose wrinkles mildly but nods, extracting the fish from the basket and positions himself by the door.
He can hear the chaos from here which means the state of his room is probably going to be a sorry state. ]
Do you think she'll listen? [ A pause as he gives him a look. ] Since you just fought her with lasers.
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Jack takes up post just to Cassian's side, hand hovering over the knob, waiting to spring with reflexes decidedly less than catlike. It's fine. They've got this. They can do it. )
Only one way to find out.
( He says, instead of owning up to his terrible lie. And so he begins to coo gently, his voice soft and appealing: )
Rita! Dinner! Come get some food. Come on, girl. Good dog.
( Evidently giving up all pretense that he isn't familiar with this creature. After a beat, whiskers stick out of the door near Cassian's hand. A moment later, a tiny little paw reaches underneath the crack, groping at Cassian's fish-hand. )
No- no, you have to open the door, Rita. It won't fit. It's a big fish.
( After a mistrustful moment, the paw disappears. There's a soft click of the lock, and Jack jerks the knob before she can change her mind, swinging the door open.
Cassian's room is in disarray. Beneath his bed, two glowing, wary eyes peer out of the darkness. Jack nudges him forth — after all, he's holding the fish. )
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The realization distracts him momentarily from his skepticism that Jack looks suited for this particular adventure they're about to embark on. By the time he's about to question this a little further however the door swings open.
The state of his room is as he suspected it would be and his mouth settles into a line that holds back the sigh written on his face. Fortunately he isn't the sort to keep many trinkets or have a lot of stuff in general so it's nothing that can't be replaced. It's probably better to focus on the fact that he might not have a room after this if he can't Rita out of it.
Jack's nudge is met with a mild look of exasperation but he crouches, creeping forward towards his bed holding out the fish. ]
Rita...was it? If you come out of the room, there's more fish where this came from.
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None of that matters right now. What matters now is that her tiny little paw is reachy-reaching for the fish in Cassian's hand. )
Throw it.
( Jack murmurs out of the side of his mouth, and then repeats in a faintly lower whisper: )
Throw it into the hall.
( Maybe she'll chase after it. )
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He figures following that same logic will save him from a similar fate. Which is why he takes Jack's advice and launches the fish out into the hall.
The fish goes sailing - but smacks Jack right in the face. Cassian's eyes widen only to see a glowing streak fly from beneath the bed straight for the man. ]
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Jack may trust Rita's loyalty in life or death situations, but he does not trust her not to maul him in pursuit of fish, and so he squawks in undignified protest- )
Rita no!
( Stumbling backward, his heel clips a book and his legs go flying out from under him. His ass hits the stonework hard, but it puts enough distance between himself and the furry homing missile that he manages to peel the fish off and he flings it--
Directly back at Cassian. )
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Key word being try.
As he reaches down to grasp for Rita the fish smacks him square in the face prompting his own undignified squawk. Quick reflexes have him grabbing a hold of the fish and trying to fling it out the door again, but before he can, a blur tackles him to the ground. With his hands up trying to protect his face he doesn't see the smelly fish in all its slimy glory goes flying...right back towards Jack. ]