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He did what now?

I'm not sure how to explain it.

He was very gossipy like a housewife to me- Something like that. I've never seen him do anything like that.

He must really love Chibi, I feel like I'm lying to him.

*He gives the doggy equivalent of a shrug.*

Sometimes it's easier t' talk to things that can't talk back an' don't understand.

S'not yer fault. He don't know.

I already said I got nothin' for you. I'm sure—

[He paused.]

On second thought, I've seen how that BLU bloke eats. He probably doesn't have anything for you. Assumin' you are his dog and not just some mongrel that stole his phone. Either way, I've got nothin' here. All the food I know of is at the RED base.

*He growls. Then heads over to the phone. Can he use it like this? He pokes the screen with his nose and it turns on.

Okay that's good. Right. Now then. How did Chibi do this?

He pokes some of the keys with his nose.*

sgdfjhut uop[

*Oh that worked well. *

They can talk back, just not in ways we understand. Animals aren't the stupid ones, Sniper. We are. Jell-O understands my feelings, I know he does. The way he responds... I can tell he's listening to me. I'm sure Chibi does the same for Mr. Hawk.

I know, but...

[She drifts off and looks up at the sky in thought.]

He's not exactly an animal though.

How do you think I feel? You stuck me in yer suit when I was a badger.

[RED sighed, wondering what it was with him having visitors when he was trying to sit quietly and not die from lack of pain medication, food, or both.]

Ya best give that here before you break it. I'm sure BLU wouldn't appreciate that.

[Gushing, she places her paws against her fluffy cheeks.]

Yes, but that was cute!

*He growled at Sniper when he reached for the comm, fully intending to snap at him and bite his hand off if he got too close.

He tried to push some more buttons with his nose again. But whatever it was that turned him into a dog suddenly reverted and he fell face first into the comm.*

Oh bloody hell.

An yer cute now. Yer a fluffy puppy. What's not t' loike?

Wait a minute.

That badger was you!?

[She is giving you the most horrified stare.]

*he doesn't respond. Just flicks his ears back and forth irritably. No he's not enjoying admitting that he was the one who slept on her pillow all nuzzled up against her neck.*

[Whimpering, she lowers her head to the ground and places her paws over her eyes.

Clearly, this is too awkward.]

I'm sorry about my breasts and you not liking them.

[Even as a dog her English is terrible.]

[RED's heart nearly leapt into his throat as there was suddenly a girl where the dog had been. Not just any girl, either- Cassidy, the demon dog girl of... some sort. His attempt at masking his surprise was poor, at best.]

Cassidy. Ya might tell people you can turn into a dog before you go showin' up at their 'ouse lookin' like one.

What? That wasn't th' .. That ain't what I meant. It's jus'.. you know.. Awkward.

If I knew she could turn int' a dog I would have bloody told ya!

*Wow that accent sounds weird coming from his now soft little girl voice. He stands up and picks up the comm, tucking it into the pocket of the big black overcoat he's wearing. The only thing in her closet that kept him from looking too much at himself.*

I don't want t' hear nothin' about this.

Edited 2012-01-16 10:18 (UTC)

[That accent, and the messages from BLU- pieces came together in RED's mind, forming a picture he'd rather not have seen. His look went from irritated to a stifled horror in the course of a second. He had no words.]

I was just trying to keep you warm in a comfortable spot. It was squishy there. I tried my best.

I ain't happy about it either.

*He folds his arms and glares down at the ground, hair falling into his eyes.*

Paradise can be roight rotten sometimes.

*So much uncomfortable.*

Can we not talk about yer breasts?

Why? Is there something wrong with them?

*It's a good thing he's already a red dog, or he'd be even redder.*

What? No. I mean.. I dunno I wasn't lookin'. They're foine.

Let's not talk about this.

*He presses his ears back and looks miserable.*

[She doesn't see anything wrong with talking about her chest. Men had chests too. What was the big deal? The difference wasn't as straightforward to her at it should of been.]

Oh, I was worried my scars scared you when you were a cute little one. That's all... sorry.

[RED looked away, unsure of what to say. Everything that came to mind was just laced with the same horror that colored his face.]

How did this, er... happen?

[And better yet, how could he keep it from happening to him?]

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