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bye_to_yer_head) wrote2012-01-16 12:32 am
bye_to_yer_head) wrote2012-01-16 12:32 am
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What. The bloody hell. Is going on?
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Oh... yeah, that could be a problem.
It's just as easy as moving a hand. What's so difficult about how to wag a tail?
[And there she goes a waggin' again just to show off.]
It's just as easy as moving a hand. What's so difficult about how to wag a tail?
[And there she goes a waggin' again just to show off.]
How are ya...?
*He bit the tip of his tail and tried to pull it around. Nope. No wagging.*
*He bit the tip of his tail and tried to pull it around. Nope. No wagging.*
Try wiggling your butt about. I bet your tail will start moving then!
*He tries to do that while also staring intently at his butt. He ends up spinning himself in a circle instead.
Well that didn't work. He barks at the stupid thing. Dumb tail.*
Well that didn't work. He barks at the stupid thing. Dumb tail.*
[RED agreed, as evidenced by his nervous mannerisms coming to him. The whole situation was strange and bizarre and he never wanted to think of it again. In fact, he was positive he'd be thrilled to go back to Sawmill and completely forget the past three months had happened.
The silence was disturbed by RED's stomach, which growled miserably. His hand shoved itself over his face as he let out a sigh.]
Guess I'm going to have to go back sometime.
The silence was disturbed by RED's stomach, which growled miserably. His hand shoved itself over his face as he let out a sigh.]
Guess I'm going to have to go back sometime.
[Rolling about on the ground, Pyro can't help but crack up entirely at his doggie antics. The noise that escapes her to make up for not being able to laugh is several snorts. Too bad she doesn't realize what a wonderful pup she makes.]
*BLU is currently engaged in the all important doggy task of rolling around on his back trying to scratch an itch he couldn't reach with his leg. Stupid itchy fur. He stops and looks over at RED upside down before standing up, giving himself a shake and then barking once.
Back to RED base where all the food is? That's the best thing you've said all day.*
Back to RED base where all the food is? That's the best thing you've said all day.*
Edited 2012-01-17 11:15 (UTC)
Oh shut up.
*He chases his tail for a few more spins before flopping down on the ground.*
I think it's broken.
*He chases his tail for a few more spins before flopping down on the ground.*
I think it's broken.
[RED gave the dog a smile before remembering it was his rival; the look vanished as quickly as it appeared. Using his crutch, he got to his feet.]
Right. Come on, then. I'm sure we can find somethin' for you while we're there, too.
[Hobbling to the front door, he held it open for BLU, hoping that this change wasn't permanent. If it was, he was going to have to make a bigger dog door.]
Right. Come on, then. I'm sure we can find somethin' for you while we're there, too.
[Hobbling to the front door, he held it open for BLU, hoping that this change wasn't permanent. If it was, he was going to have to make a bigger dog door.]
I can imagine that it's a little overwhelming.
[She fidget's awkwardly.]
Can I ask that you don't drink, smoke, or change clothes while in my body?
[The changing clothes thing is not for the obvious reason either. She just doesn't want him seeing her stomach scar.]
How can it be be broken? Did you sit on your butt with your tail in a bad place? Cassidy isn't going to be happy.
*He bounded down the steps, and faceplanted into the street. Okay, still getting the hang of being a dog here. He shook his head and pawed at his nose before sitting down at the bottom of the step and waiting for RED.
Judging from how he was walking he probably shouldn't be moving too much. Leave it to RED to be too stubborn to take care of himself.*
Judging from how he was walking he probably shouldn't be moving too much. Leave it to RED to be too stubborn to take care of himself.*
Well if I did I didn't mean to!
I don't know nothin' about bein' a dog.
I don't know nothin' about bein' a dog.
I ain't gonna change yer clothes. What kind 'f pervert do ya think I am?
*He's still operating under the assumption that she's about 12 years old.*
I don't 'ave any smokes on me anyway.
[Having seen his rival-turned-dog tumble into the street, RED wasn't feeling too confident about his own trip down the stairs. Then again, BLU had an extra set of legs he was probably still getting used to. That did make things complicated.
Going down the stairs one by one, RED and his crutch finally made it to the bottom, already feeling and looking more worn than he liked. He gave BLU a nod before heading off in one direction, sticking to the sidewalks and avoiding the snow that still clung to the ground in many places. After a while, he spoke to take his mind off the throbbing from his leg.]
Not that I don't think you're a bad dog or anything, but this change better not be permanent. I'll bet Cassidy is a bloody awful shot.
Going down the stairs one by one, RED and his crutch finally made it to the bottom, already feeling and looking more worn than he liked. He gave BLU a nod before heading off in one direction, sticking to the sidewalks and avoiding the snow that still clung to the ground in many places. After a while, he spoke to take his mind off the throbbing from his leg.]
Not that I don't think you're a bad dog or anything, but this change better not be permanent. I'll bet Cassidy is a bloody awful shot.
Edited 2012-01-17 22:26 (UTC)
It's not that difficult, is it?
All dogs have to do is be cute, eat, sleep and get petted.
All dogs have to do is be cute, eat, sleep and get petted.
*BLU whined in agreement. Who knows what Cassidy was doing with his body. She better not be touching his gun. Either of them. Or worse yet his ammo.
BLU sniffed at RED's injured leg and then looked up at him quizzically. Was it really a good idea to be walking on it?*
BLU sniffed at RED's injured leg and then looked up at him quizzically. Was it really a good idea to be walking on it?*
You're missing out! Being scratched behind the ears is wonderful.
Hngh. I don't like bein' touched.
Glad I'm not th' adorable puppy then. Hopefully everyone'll leave me alone.
Glad I'm not th' adorable puppy then. Hopefully everyone'll leave me alone.
[His eyes trailed down to the dog before returning their attention to the journey ahead of them. His expression remained as stubborn as always.]
I'm well aware I shouldn't've left. I thought Ringo was in trouble. Wasn't just gonna leave him all by himself.
I'm well aware I shouldn't've left. I thought Ringo was in trouble. Wasn't just gonna leave him all by himself.
[Reaching out one paw, she attempts to boink him on the head.]
Why not? I like it as long as no one hurts me.
Yes, but you're cute too.
Why not? I like it as long as no one hurts me.
Yes, but you're cute too.
*He snorted irritably, snapping at the space in front of RED's injured leg. You wanna have a limp like he does forever?
He slowed down to keep pace with the slower moving man. Probably for the best since he was still stumbling occasionally when he forgot to pick up his front paws. This walking on four legs thing was not very intuitive. Which paw was supposed to move first? This one.. or .. maybe that one..*
He slowed down to keep pace with the slower moving man. Probably for the best since he was still stumbling occasionally when he forgot to pick up his front paws. This walking on four legs thing was not very intuitive. Which paw was supposed to move first? This one.. or .. maybe that one..*
*Bonk successful. He glowers and snorts.*
I'm a mongrel.
I'm a mongrel.
I get it, alright? It was a piss-poor decision, but there's not much to be done about it now. What was I supposed to do, leave Ringo alone?
[Something in his expression shifted toward anguish as he turned away again, though whether it was from his leg or from the fight with his friend went unsaid.]
[Something in his expression shifted toward anguish as he turned away again, though whether it was from his leg or from the fight with his friend went unsaid.]
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