222 [Before the Start of the Flood]

[impure_tale]

[He's a little beaten up, as you might be able to tell on the video.]

Disappointing news I'm afraid, my dears. Auditions will be a matter addressed after the port at the end of the month. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'll certainly feel more comfortable running lines with people after this place has gone back to normal.

I'm sure you're heartbroken, the lot of you.

The changes to the facilities don't especially agree with me, or Renate for that matter. [a bark in the background.] It leaves me feeling especially optimistic about what's to come.

Comments

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

You gonna throw a fit if I'm there when you wake up? If I can persuade Renate to let me get in without waking you up in the first place.

Spam

[impure_tale]

Oh not at all. [He shifts a little to sit up, having to be mindful of his foot.]

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick smiles, making distant plans to sneak in for one of his cat-naps one of these nights.]

I'm not doing anything tonight, though. Want me to stick around? Make sure you keep your weight off that foot?

Spam

[impure_tale]

I would greatly appreciate that. It's not so bad as it was before but having had a sprain before I know it will get worse before it gets better. I'm sure I'll be a bother to everyone until then, but I do know one or two potent painkillers.

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

You can bother me tonight. [He slides back to get himself a little more room, sits up, all grace and fitting into tight spaces.]

Something before bed-? Painkillers, blow job-?

Spam

[impure_tale]

Oh let's not give away the ending before the tale has been told. I'm just pleased to have you here for the time being.

Spam - fade?

[with_my_teacup]

[Despite the blunt offer, when Riddick kisses his forehead it's extremely chaste. It's social, really is, affection between one animal and another.]