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[didntmakeitout.livejournal.com]

Fact: In Doc Potter's arms is a remarkably runty little demon rabbit.

Fact: Doc Potter's hands are suffering from first-degree burns, and his sleeves are singed.

Fact: The demon bunny is, even more remarkably, asleep, and has a muzzle firmly affixed on its snout.

Fact: Doc Potter looks about thisclose to conking out.

Fact: Never before in his life has Doc Potter ever attempted to adopt/domesticate an animal.

Probable: He wouldn't mind a decent conversation.

[ tiny tag with an adopted bunny: doc potter
tiny tag with a bum leg: dan evans
tiny tag that's nonplussed as all hell: ben wade ]

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[didntmakeitout.livejournal.com]

"It ... I don't think anyone else was going to take care of him."

The look on his face is one of genuine concern, and, brow furrowed, he looks back up at Ben.

[almosthonorable]

He squashes the sudden empathy for the abandoned demon rabbit.

Because, well. Because.

" -- they breathe fire."

[didntmakeitout.livejournal.com]

"I know."

In demonstration, he manages to waggle a set of (red) fingers in Ben's direction.

[almosthonorable]

"Somethin' tells me you've got a soft spot for lost causes, Doc."

He nods toward the sad-sack of a demon bunny.

"When it ain't spittin' hellfire, think it'd drink from an eye-dropper?"

[didntmakeitout.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it was my occupation?"

He wrinkles his nose a little.

"I hope so. Gotta find out what it'll eat, first, anyway."

[almosthonorable]

"Reckon so -- you did try'n put up with my unrepentant ass."

He headtilts a little at the bunny, cogs clearly turning.

[didntmakeitout.livejournal.com]

Doc Potter knows that look, and is somewhat leery of it.

"The demon bunny's been easier to handle."

[almosthonorable]

"That's why I like you, Doc -- your sense of humor."

A beat and lines appear on his forehead.

"Maybe Miss Bar'd know what to feed the little feller."

Half a beat.

"Bunny. Rabbit. Demon."

[didntmakeitout.livejournal.com]

Right on cue, a small bowl of ... something appears on the bar.

"... Uh."

(He does not, unsurprisingly, yet feel up to handling an awake demon bunny. But he appreciates the gesture.)

[almosthonorable]

"Well, then. Thank you, Miss Bar."

To Doc, "But I ain't gonna wake it up."

[didntmakeitout.livejournal.com]

"Neither'm I."

[almosthonorable]

He takes a seat next to Doc and eyes the bunny for a moment.

"Thing's a fire hazard if you're keepin' it in your room."

[didntmakeitout.livejournal.com]

"Yyyeah," he mumbles, making a face.

"Not ... quite sure how I'm gonna handle that, yet."

[almosthonorable]

"Maybe Miss Bar's got an iron box."

A beat.

"With holes in it, of course."