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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?
[OK, he needs to stop acting so darn cute. She's finding her resistance to cuddle him starting to crumble.]
Would you like me to peel it for you?
Would you like me to peel it for you?
*He puts a paw on the orange, trying to get his teeth under the peel. He bites too hard and the orange goes rolling away.
He whines and his ears droop. Not having thumbs is rough.*
He whines and his ears droop. Not having thumbs is rough.*
[She actually laughs at how comical he looks. Picking up the orange, she peels it and cuts it into pieces for him, before she hands it to him on a plate.]
Here you go Sniper.
Here you go Sniper.
*He snarfs down all the pieces. Trying to swallow them whole so he doesn't drool orange juice all over her nice carpet.
Man that carpet smells nice...
After his little snack he curls up next to the couch, unsure what to do.*
Man that carpet smells nice...
After his little snack he curls up next to the couch, unsure what to do.*
If you like, you can stay here until the effect wears off.
*He barks and nods. Though this is gonna be really awkward if he wakes up as himself on her floor.
In the meantime he tries not to rudely sniff all her stuff, but he really likes the way the couch smells and can't help but roll all up against it.*
In the meantime he tries not to rudely sniff all her stuff, but he really likes the way the couch smells and can't help but roll all up against it.*
[She's just going to quietly count the finances for her store. She's always been a dog person, so she doesn't mind if there's dog hair on the couch; she can always just clean it up later.]
*Good, because he's kind of fluffy so there's some white and brown hair on the cushion he has made his home. He pokes his wet nose against her hand again. Whatchya doin'?*
[Stop trying to make her cuddle you Sniper. You've clearly got the advantage!]
Oh? This is...I'm currently doing some accounts for my skating store, if that's what you're asking. Just to make sure I'm still in the black.
I am sorry, this is really boring for you, isn't it?
Oh? This is...I'm currently doing some accounts for my skating store, if that's what you're asking. Just to make sure I'm still in the black.
I am sorry, this is really boring for you, isn't it?
*You cannot resist him!
He panted out a few breaths, watching her as she wrote. He didn't understand it, but it was better than wandering around sniffing things. His ears flicked forward as he listened.*
He panted out a few breaths, watching her as she wrote. He didn't understand it, but it was better than wandering around sniffing things. His ears flicked forward as he listened.*
[No, no she can't.
When he flicked those ears, all resistance crumbled to the ground like the Walls of Jericho. Her hand immediately reached forward to give him more ear scratches.]
When he flicked those ears, all resistance crumbled to the ground like the Walls of Jericho. Her hand immediately reached forward to give him more ear scratches.]
*His first instinct was to pull away. It was completely improper for someone to be petting him. Especially a woman he barely knew who was also technically his boss. But in his doggy form that felt really good.
Being a dog was itchy, she was just helping out. With that sound reasoning in mind he closed his eyes and leaned into it, happily panting.*
Being a dog was itchy, she was just helping out. With that sound reasoning in mind he closed his eyes and leaned into it, happily panting.*
[More ear scratches. And petting. She's always wanted a dog, and he seems to like it, and maybe the good terms that they had in Mayfield was being channeled, but whatever it is this stays between her and him.]
*He made a few grumbly happy noises as he settled against her side for pets. Yeah, he could get used to this.
Maybe being a dog wasn't so bad afterall.*
Maybe being a dog wasn't so bad afterall.*
[Now that she's started she can't stop. The petting has somehow got into tummy rubbing. Lots of it.]
*Squirm squirm... His leg starts twitching uncontrollably. Oh he's in heaven.
Let's speak of this to no one.*
Let's speak of this to no one.*
[Yes, no one shall ever know.
Now she's moving to rubbing his ears again. She's starting to giggle too, because he just looks so cute!!]
Now she's moving to rubbing his ears again. She's starting to giggle too, because he just looks so cute!!]
*He licks her hand before rolling around on the couch and snuggling up against her. Closing his eyes he tries to nap, curling into the warmth of her legs.*
[What is she doing? She shouldn't be so close to him like this!
B-but he's so warm and fluffy and he's a dog and she's ALWAYS WANTED ONE and no one will know...
She continues to pet his head gently and soothingly, her emotions all a jumble.]
B-but he's so warm and fluffy and he's a dog and she's ALWAYS WANTED ONE and no one will know...
She continues to pet his head gently and soothingly, her emotions all a jumble.]
*He's going to be incredibly embarrassed when he turns back into himself and realizes just how close he was to her and how eager he was for attention. There's a big doggy yawn, before he falls asleep, his legs twitching occasionally as he runs in his sleep.*
[Well, at least he's asleep. Carefully, she pulls herself away from him and gets a blanket. Hopefully when he gets up in the morning, he'll be back to his normal self. She covers him and leaves him there, lest this gets more awkward when he wakes up.]
*And he will be back to his normal self in the morning. Which is.. incredibly awkward since he's still sleeping on her couch. At least he has his clothes on.
Trying to be as quiet as he possibly can he shifts off the couch and tries to make a break for it before she notices.*
Trying to be as quiet as he possibly can he shifts off the couch and tries to make a break for it before she notices.*
[Nope.avi. She's already awake, and brewing the coffee. She pokes her head out of the kitchen when she hears him wake up.]
Good morning Sniper. Coffee?
Good morning Sniper. Coffee?
*He would make a terrible Spy. With one hand on the doorknob he freezes, before shoving his hat down over his eyes and turning to face her.*
Roight. That .. sound fine.
*Awkwaaaaard.*
Roight. That .. sound fine.
*Awkwaaaaard.*
[She sets a cup down for him. It's decaf, but at least it's brewed properly.]
It's good that you're back to normal. How are you feeling?
It's good that you're back to normal. How are you feeling?
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