Doesn't hurt to have one or two around in addition to what we need for Makkachin.
( doggie doody bags being what they... are...
Viktor thinks this problem of Kon over while Makkachin straightens himself out, glad now that they're on the move. He smiles at his dog's simple enthusiasm, giving Yuuri's hand a light squeeze. There's enough he can appreciate in his oldest friend's outlook on life even after the insanity of months in space to... well, the relative normalcy of this new insanity.
Plus the dustbunny problem. )
Or how Kon does anything. It moves, it purrs, it... exists. Somehow.
( It baffles Viktor to this day. )
Did I ever tell you the veterinarians I took him too on the fleet couldn't figure any of it out either? One wanted to suggest Kon converted light, something like a plant. Want to take the stairs?
( Not a question without merit. Seventh floor or not, the elevators were still prone to going dark if the blackouts hit their building unexpectedly. Stairs got dark, but they didn't prevent movement. )
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( doggie doody bags being what they... are...
Viktor thinks this problem of Kon over while Makkachin straightens himself out, glad now that they're on the move. He smiles at his dog's simple enthusiasm, giving Yuuri's hand a light squeeze. There's enough he can appreciate in his oldest friend's outlook on life even after the insanity of months in space to... well, the relative normalcy of this new insanity.
Plus the dustbunny problem. )
Or how Kon does anything. It moves, it purrs, it... exists. Somehow.
( It baffles Viktor to this day. )
Did I ever tell you the veterinarians I took him too on the fleet couldn't figure any of it out either? One wanted to suggest Kon converted light, something like a plant. Want to take the stairs?
( Not a question without merit. Seventh floor or not, the elevators were still prone to going dark if the blackouts hit their building unexpectedly. Stairs got dark, but they didn't prevent movement. )