Camrad_RIP: переводы

→Happy for him, huh? Colin shook his head a bit as he set up his laptop for the night-- but he also smiled. “Weird kid.”

→Did he normally look unhappy? Well, no matter. “I heard from an old friend today.”

→“A polyphasic schedule suits me just fine, been at it for a few years now. I’m well adjusted.”

→“Which is strange, because the way I remember it, you started that 3-hours-a-day madness as a last ditch cure for your insomnia.”

→“Colin…”

→“I’m doing some diagnostics and repairs, but I can talk. What do you need?”

→“No,” he said, and resumed walking.

→Armsmaster halted on the way out of the cafeteria, where he’d ventured to in order to grab a quick drink. Assault only used nicknames when he wanted something. “No, but what is it?”

→She frowned a bit harder, but after a moment to chew on the question, she huffed. “I can ask.”

→Not what he’d meant. Perhaps it was just too soon yet. “Alright. Oh-- Bitch?” She grunted. “Do you have any friends who need things done, as well? I could use the work.”

→Bitch bared her teeth a bit-- if Yu felt angry over this injustice, she had to be furious. “Assholes, sick ones. Gangs around here do it, I bust ‘em when I find them.”

→“It sounds as though you rescue all of them, but what do you mean?”

→“Mm. Lot of ‘em, yeah. I find some on the streets. Others, I take ‘em from some of the shelters before they get killed for bein’ there too long.” Bitch made an angry sound in her throat. “And some are rescues.”

→“Bitch? May I ask a question?” She was sitting on a stack of tires, refereeing a mob of canines who had grouped up to play tug-o-war with a number of knotted ropes. She graced him with a sour expression when he approached, but nodded. “I am curious where you get so many dogs from. Are… are they all strays?” The mere thought of this many tail-wagging, happy four-legged friends being on the streets was threatening to put a lump in his throat.

→The dog raised a paw, which Yu gravely shook. “Yes, that is a shake. It is good to meet you, Brutus.”

→He heard a derisive sniff from Bitch. “Brutus, shake.”

→Bitch always had something for him to do. Cleaning up after the dogs, obviously, but also things like scrubbing the water troughs, and stacking huge bags of dry pet food, and going over the chain-link fences to check for dug holes or bent areas-- evidence or risks of escape attempts. Though, Yu wasn’t sure any of Bitch’s many dogs seemed to really want to leave, save perhaps in the heat of the moment to chase a rabbit, so maybe ‘escape’ was the wrong word. ‘Engage in unsanctioned adventures,’ more like.

→There didn’t look to be a long stretch of it-- at least not yet-- but it was there, and any amount was enough to get Yu’s attention. He told himself that there was no cause to worry, not yet, and it was true, but… it didn’t erase the edge of anxiety. Still, at this juncture, worrying would do nothing, so once the weather forecast was finished Yu shut off Mr. Wallis’ television and headed to school. He’d just have to keep an eye on things.

→“Anymore? Does that mean you started sleeping again?”

→“Thanks, I know you’re busy. Just a quick schedule thing, I need the 15th off.”