August 22, 2002 (1 Comment)

Lexx walked toward the bunk room. He'd decided earlier that when calls came, he wouldn't let Chel listen to them. There was no need to worry her. "Excuse me. I need to take this privately." He glanced over his shoulder, then closed the door behind him. Chel stared at the door curiously, "Wonder what that's about. I hope it's nothing bad." She looked away from Dash, scratching him under the chin. The tiger tiled his head up, "Most likely it is." Dash growled happily. "That's positive thinking, Dash," Chel grumbled. "I'm a cat." Dash sniffed disdainfully. "I'm a realist. I see things the way they are." Then he turned to look at Chel, staring directly into her eyes. It was a creepy feeling because unlike an ordinary cat or a tiger in a zoo, Dash's eyes were intelligent as well as wild. "And you cannot ignore the fact that Lexx does not want you involved due to the possible nature of that call." He bumped his nose against Chel's chin and licked her nose, playful for him, but for Chel, it was like wet sandpaper. "Lexx likes you. It is very obvious."