It’s Cold Outside
Gavyn passed through to the office, carrying the desk easily. He held it effortlessly and high enough his knees didn’t bump the wood while walking. His muscles were used to this, at home he had to move bags of feed and hay, at times even a full grown pig. Being such a large source of strength meant the Heavy rarely saw anyone else as weak, because everyone else was just weaker than him. It was hard to think less of someone for not be able hold up against you when no one can.
“Is ok, no rush,” The Russian watched his teammate shuffle about with the papers, nearly not noticing the small fur ball. He caught glimpse of it finally when it stood up, blue eyes sending a cold flush down his spine. Eventually it disappeared under the desk and out of his sight, his grip tightened until his knuckles were white. Every muscle in his body was strung tighter than a bow, he didn’t even notice his breath had been caught in his throat. Nothing of him dared move in fear of crushing the small critter, though his heart was beating fast enough to make up for the stillness.
A messy office was to be expected with having to work on the floor for the past few months, but still, Michael couldn’t help but feel a slight embarrassment. There was a slight pride in a well organized work space, especially for a man of medicine, no one wanting to trust their life in the hands of dirty equipment. The last thing he needed was to lose the respect of his new team, it was bad enough that some other bases deemed keeping a pet as unsanitary.
Speaking of which, where was that cat?
“Ack, Lilo, nein!” Just when he thought he couldn’t become any more embarrassed, the Medic whipped around to find a white ball of fluff nestling against his companion’s leg, mewing back softly at the sound of her name. He quickly shuffled the papers against his chest, stuffing them into a bookshelf, before sweeping over to collect the little annoyance before she could cover the Russian’s pants leg in any more fur. It was hard for his expression to remain stoic at this point, petting the feline between the ears as he focused on keeping his face from becoming flustered.
“Sorry about zhat.” The doctor mumbled, feeling any bit of professionalism be stripped away as he moved aside so Gavyn could finish his job. “She is in heat.”