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"Oh dear..."
Medic stared at the..whatever it was in front of him. A gift from Scout hastily shoved into his hands with a huge smile.
"Hey Doc, did you know 'bout these things? Saw this one an' thout'a you, here!" Giving no time for explanation the youth sped off, chattering loudly and excitedly almost cardinal or woodpecker-like in Medic's eyes. Confused but choosing to not think much about it, Medic stashed the box into his workbag to be dealt with later. Now at the end of the workday and workweek and in the peace of his own home Medic remembered the gift and became curious at what it could be.
He thought he'd taken the box out carefully but was quickly proven wrong by the bottom panels opening and the contents falling to the floor with a loud "Squeak!"
Now staring up at him from the carpeted ground was some sort of roly-poly robin-like creature squeaking indignantly at him. Picking up the creature and placing it on a table, Medic took a closer look at the box. " 'Pootis'...?" He read, glancing back down to the..thing. He got a bit closer and poked it. "Is zat your name or vhat you are?"
Pootis said nothing, choosing instead to grab onto Medic's finger as if in a hug, eyes full of affection. Medic couldn't help the small smile from forming on his face. It was then he noticed the little clothes the little bird-thing was wearing.
"Heavy...?" He said, putting his face even closer. "Did zhe Scout dress you like zhis?" Pootis merely responded by hugging Medic's too-close face. "Eheh..." Gently pulling himself away, Medic stopped to think.
Perhaps he should call the Heavy? The little bird-thing was dressed like him, maybe there was some sort of connection?
But then again, how could the giant Russian help? Being called over something as trivial as a gift from the Scout? Certainly there were better things he could be doing that didn't warrant a doctor distracting from them.
"Oh, what zhe heck..." Medic said softly as he made his way over to the phone, keeping his eye on Pootis as he did so.
"Da?" Heavy picked up relatively quickly, almost catching Medic off guard.
"Hallo? Heavy?" Medic said, feeling a bit nervous and silly. "Are you there?"
"Doktor!" Heavy sounded genuinely pleased at Medic's call. His voice immediately changed. "Is Doktor alright? Is..Doktor in danger?"
"Oh, no!" Medic was quick to reassure. "I am quite alright, zhere is nothing to worry about!" He gave a little nervous laugh. "Actually, I am calling with a question. You see, zhe Scout has given me a gift, and, well, I am not exactly sure what to do with it."
Heavy gave a noise of acknowledgement. "What does Doktor want Heavy to do? Does Doktor need help getting rid of gift?"
"No, no!" Medic said again quickly. He was watching as Pootis began inspecting and playing with his box. "There's no need of zhat." For some strange reason he felt himself becoming attached to the little creature. He gave another nervous chuckle as he lightly scratched his face with his finger. "It's a bit hard to explain...perhaps it would be best for you to come over and see for yourself? Unless you already have plans, that is."
"Heavy has no plans. Will be there shortly."
True to his word, it didn't take Heavy long to arrive at Medic's abode. Medic had used the short amount of time to offer Pootis some birdseed and a little dish of water and tidy up a few things around the house. Pootis seemed to enjoy the birdseed after a moment of uncertainty, digging in with gusto after a tiny test taste. Medic found it somewhat amusing how nothing seemed to bother the bird as he ate, even when there was heavy knocking at the door. He found it even more amusing at the staring contest between big man and tiny creature upon first meeting.
"This is tiny Scout gift?" Heavy asked, giving Pootis a little poke. Pootis gave a grumpy squeak back, then stuck out his tongue out in retaliation. Heavy squinted at the little bird, tilting his head. Pootis mirrored his every move, both beings seeming unsure of each other. To Heavy's surprise, Pootis gave him a small wave and offered a sunflower seed from his food dish, eyes wide and innocent like a child. Heavy held out his open hand, Pootis happily dropping the seed in it. Heavy grinned. Medic, watching the entire ordeal from the side, couldn't help the grin on his face either, the breath he didn't know he was holding let out quietly.
Heavy gently picked up Pootis and held him in his large hands as he turned to Medic. "Heavy does not see problem with little bird friend. Is strange he is dressed like Heavy though. Did Doktor or Scout give little bird little Heavy clothes?"
Medic held up the box Pootis came in. "He was dressed like zhat when I got him und zhis has his portrait printed on it, so now I do not think Scout put zhem on him either."
"Hmm." Heavy said in though as he used one hand to take the box and inspect it for himself. "They make and sell Heavy Bird now. Heavy still not fully understand, but think Scout heart in right place giving Pootis to Doktor." He looked at Medic as he said so. "Is Doktor able to care for Pootis?"
"Ja, I think so." Medic said, sounding a bit unsure. "It cannot be that hard."
Heavy smiled more, glad at the Medic's kindness. "Heavy will help. Doktor did call Heavy over, now Heavy will help Pootis and Doktor set in. Cannot be hard for little bird to make home."
"Ar..are you sure?" Medic asked.
"Da. When Heavy said no plans he meant no plans. Will help Doktor as long as he needs."
Pootis looked between the two adults, not fully understanding what was being said. He gave a happy squeak, grabbing both of their attentions.
There was a very high chance he was going to like it here.