Chimera Fields a body moving through space

It was almost too easy, in the end. Yosemite hung his head, sensitive to the rather uninviting tone that was being taken with him, and prepared to be chased off once more. But then, almost in the next breath, his death sentence was turned around, and it turned out the man was willing to take him on, his disdain for Yosemite aside.

"Of course!" the boy cheered, springing up and dancing in a quick circle, only to feel his stomach churn. He lurched to a hault and convulsed, briefly, but managed to keep his supper down. "I'm not sick!" he assured the older man with a frantic wag of his tail, "I think I just ate too fast. But you can have all the soft grass and all the good parts of whatever we find and I'll — " He wasn't sure what else to say. Do a silly dance whenever you're bored? Lay down rose petals before you? He wasn't sure Nine would appreciate the offer.

"I'll be really good," he finished lamely, speaking over the suspicious gurgle of his belly.