closed; 8th october log

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When; Backdated to 8th October.
Rating; PG.
Characters; Sheena ( moregirls ) and Tyr McDohl ( stargathering ).
Summary; Dog curse. Woof woof. Nothing deep or interesting.
Log;

[ Beautiful Saturday... noon. Time to grab a lunch inside. He would eat out - he preferred doing that anywhere he went, but being in a City didn't give him much of a choice otherwise. Even he had to be careful where his money went (mostly), since after paying for his place, he didn't have too much left over...

But, alas. Having just finished preparing his food, what is this strange wonder that takes Sheena away from getting on to nomming away? ]

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[stargathering]

[ Oh, just some small, mangy fluffy dog scratching at Sheena's door. Tyr wants to know that his friend is okay on his first random curse weekend. ]

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[ Sheena can hear the scratching, but is it really coming from his front door? Maybe it's just some lost pet. Whatever! So ignorable. ]

[stargathering]

[ But Tyr is getting worried! He whines and scratches at the door more. Yip yip! ]

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[ Well, okay. Sheena stops, just to listen. Want to yip some more because you can't bark like a proper dog? ]

[stargathering]

[ He can bark! And he does just because it's louder. Maybe Sheena's still asleep... ]

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[ That's rude, isn't it? But Sheena will come up over to his front door and - well. He'll open the door just to look for the dog... ]

[stargathering]

[ And the little dog whines and runs into the apartment between Sheena's legs like he owns the place. ]

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[ woah hey what-- who told the little sod he could come inside? ] Hey, you--

[ Leaving the door ajar, he turns around to look for where it went. ] This isn't your house, Spots.

[stargathering]

[ He's sitting in the middle of the floor a few feet away! He whines at Sheena, narrowing his eyes. Does he even have spots? Maybe they're on his head or his back, but he didn't see any elsewhere—and that's more embarrassing that 'Reinbach'! ]

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[ Well, he can see him now - and yep, no spots there. He tilts his head at the dog. ] Guess you're not Spots. More like Blacky, I guess.

[ He's going to start walking over to him... ] But you've still got the wrong place.

[stargathering]

[ He barks and shakes his head. No, he has the right place! He walks over to Sheena, looking up at him. He looks okay... ]

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[ Sheena bends down, putting his hand on top of the dog's head. ] I've seen you from somewhere before, haven't I? You the neighbour's dog?

[ Oh well. Get a stroke on the head anyway. ] Bet you got into trouble so you're thinking of hiding out a while, eh?

[stargathering]

[ Uh. Well. While that that is something Tyr would do, it's not the case now... He lifts his head for Sheena to pet him, though. Maybe he's totally unaffected today. He gives a little yippy bark in response. ]

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[ Sheena chuckles a bit. Cute dog. ] But I don't want to be the one getting in trouble with your owners... but it looks like they didn't even get you a collar.

So what're we gonna do?

[stargathering]

[ Huff, not cute. He wonders what Sheena's going to do, so... He just wags his tail and looks up at him. Sheena spoiled him before... And he can spell lunch very, very well right now... ]

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[ He stops stroking the dog, putting his arms onto his bent knee and wondering to himself what to do with the dog. Send him back out? Knock on every door until he found the owner?

But he was really sure he'd seen this dog before... well, it probably wasn't a rare breed or anything, but...

Well, maybe he would let himself back out. Sheena stood up from the floor. ] You can stay a while, or let yourself back out when you want. Chew on anything though and you're going out, okay, boy?

... If you are a boy.

[stargathering]

[ He nods a few times. Yes, he is a boy, Sheena! Though he guesses that's hard to tell... He barks in understanding, and looks back up at Sheena. What's he going to do now? ]

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[ He just thinks the dog has an itch on his ear and thinks nothing of the nodding, and goes over to pick up his lunch that he's made and had put onto a plate. With that, he'll go over to the couch to sit... ]

[stargathering]

[ Oooh, lunch smells so nice. Tyr follows Sheena around like a lost puppy, and when he realises Sheena is going for the couch, he scrambles to climb up!

He's not a very good dog. ]

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[ Oh, Sheena's not having that! He doesn't know if the dog will go for his lunch, after all. He puts the plate down onto the arm of the chair and puts his hand out to stop the dog. ]

Noo. No climbing.

[stargathering]

[ ...And he goes down to sit at Sheena's feet without a complaint except to narrow his eyes at Sheena. ]

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Good boy- but you look sorta cute, you know, in a dog way, so maybe you're a girl.

[stargathering]

[ No, Sheena! He barks and shakes his head, grumbling. Not cute, not a girl. ]

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Yeah, yeah. [ A laugh, and then he goes back to his food. A sandwich! ]

[stargathering]

[ If dogs could blush, Tyr would be, but instead he just lays on the floor, resting on his front paws. ]