Luceti Appointments

[wouldntbetonit]

Messages and meetings that aren't journal and log posts for Lt. William Bush!

(Please date and title accordingly~)

Comments

[wouldntbetonit]

Carving. [He supplies after a moment where he looks over the hunk of wood he's shaving away at. It's starting to look like a bird - but that could also be a woman.]

It was a way to pass the time at sea. Like when one couldn't sleep. [Hoho, so clever.]

[beforethesea]

My father just sends me to my room with a book if I can't sleep.

[Who's surprised the boy had a childhood of reading? No one? Oh, good, then.]

[wouldntbetonit]

[No one at all.]

What kind of stories?

[Bush wants very much to gently remind the child - who should be a man - that he is not his father, despite the fact that Horatio well knows that. He didn't want to have the same things expected of him, things he couldn't do or possibly didn't want to.

The one book Bush can remember reading as a child was Norie's. He wasn't much of a reader.]

[beforethesea]

Whatever he happens to have on hand, sir.

Sometimes it's his medical books, but I don't like those too much. Can't really understand them.

[wouldntbetonit]

Doctors are damnably hard to understand, I wouldn't give it too much thought.

[When do you ever, Bush?]

[beforethesea]

I'm gonna be a doctor.

[Because that was what his mother and father wanted. He was too young to think he could stray from that path.]