Dr. Rodney McKay [Stargate: Atlantis] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
energyfieldgood) wrote2029-09-02 02:54 pm
energyfieldgood) wrote2029-09-02 02:54 pm
IC Inbox for Apocalypse Now
"This is McKay. Leave a message if it's important. And I stress. Important.
Don't make me call you back and reiterate what important means."
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His eyebrows climb but he's good-natured about it. It really is just like having a giant oversized cat and automatically his hand comes up to run through John's unruly hair.
"What if you can't have it, though?"
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It’s just simple cat logic. He wants it, so it should be his.
He leans into Rodney’s touch, his purrs rumbling pleasantly and deeply in his own throat and chest.
You can keep doing that too. Maybe forever.
He demands it.
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He keeps running his hand through his hair, gently scratching just above his neck.
"I don't suppose I have a say in any of this?"
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These are just the facts, Rodney.
Sheppard becomes a melted puddle, and somehow manages to curl up even more, slightly defying physics in the way that only cats can. Then again, he was already pretty liquidy even before all this…
“This is nice…” he mumbles. “Maybe we can still have nice things.”
You know, with the whole you-being-a-bunch-of-tiny-robots and him being a werecat with an technomagic arm and all.
He hasn’t thought much about the future—there were bigger pressing issues to be dealt with but he wonders, if they somehow survive another apocalypse…
“You won’t grow old.” He tilts his head up at him, lifting his chin for better access. “I don’t know if I will, either. I don’t feel that hungry for regular food anymore. Or sleep much. Eating fear takes care of everything.”
He’s not sure where he’s going with this.
“I haven’t felt human in a really long time. What about you?”