Welcome to Gaia! ::

It was a very, very rare moment. Hoss was concious, but not screaming. Currently, the chubby baby was stabbing his hooks into the steamed carrots that Rusty had provided and pushing them into his mouth. Rusty watched him closely, smiling. Hoss hadn't seemed to know how to work things without his teeth for a bit, but was doing fine now.

"You're doin' good." He told the baby, beaming.

Hoss gave a slight smile of his own. His servant was starting to learn how to serve him right. This was good. He would allow him some reprise from his violent type of training for this bit of fortune.

Rusty blinked, looking at Hoss for a moment. Hoss raised one orange eybrow, then went back to his food.

"Don't choke while I'm away." Rusty told him, then stood, heading for the door.

No doubt, Hisoka would be expecting either some sort of farm wife, or some burly young example of country life. However, that would not be the case. Who opened the door was a small man, only an inch taller. He was terribly thin, which only made his large blue eyes seem larger. His curly blonde hair was slightly longish, slightly obscuring those big blue eyes. Despite the heat, he wore a long sleeved shirt and a long pair of pants.

Rusty smiled shyly at the woman, then held the door open. "Don't worry. I've already ate." He said softly, trying hard to make a joke. Rusty wasn't good with dealing with people. "The phone be in the living room, iffen you wanna follow."

Rusty nodded, showing her into his living room.

"I haven't had to call them. I can repair my truck a lot." He said softly. "Would you like anything to drink while you call?"

Rusty smiled and nodded, then went to the kitchen for the milk. He gave Hoss a little wave, and the baby glowered. There was someone else in his house! Hoss was not pleased.

"Here you go." He said softly. "And I'm Ruthty." Awww, lispy face. "And if you need any help with your car, I coul-"

The sound of coughing and choking could quite clearly be heard from the kitchen. Rusty turned paper white.

"ohgodhothberightback-!" And he dashed for the kitchen.

Rusty scooped Hoss out from his high chair, patting his back until the carrot popped out. He held the baby close, petting his back, whispering and soothing the now sobbing child.

However, after a moment the fear was gone, and Hoss reeled back and smacked Rusty across the face with one hook, and then proceeded to scream at him in a very angry baby manner. He was too busy currently whacking and screaming to deal with the interloper.

Rusty grimaced, giving a little frowny to Hisoka. "Thorry. He'th jutht thtarting on tholid foodth, and he can get a little gaggy thometimeth."

Hoss hissed at him.

Hoss turned his head and hissed at her now. You were close to his property, Hisoka!

"He'th an alien." Rusty sighed. "He came down from thpathe in a thpathe-pod. It changed him to look like he ith now." He petted Hoss's head, earning another hiss.

"Hith name ith Hoth, and he'th pretty angry." Rusty smiled, hopefully. "But he can be good thometimeth. I have faith."

Hoss hissed again as she went out, growling. Rusty put him back in his chair, fussing with him.

"I can't take you anywhere." He told the baby softly. Hoss growled, shoving his mouth full of mashed potatoes. Anomnomnom. Growl. Arrr. Hoss's food.

Rusty shook his head, moving the high chair so that he could see Hoss from the living room, and returned there. He waited politely from the doorway, blocking enough of it so that Hisoka didn't have to see the horrible little beast in the kitchen.

"That'th fine." Rusty said softly. "If you want, I could take a look at your car, or at leatht pull it out here. Ith it the one about a mile down the road?"

Poor Rusty. He was a nervous little fellow.