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[bye_to_yer_head]

What. The bloody hell. Is going on?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*He tilts his head and whines a bit. Wouldn't they go looking for the gun with RED even if he didn't have it?

Of course he doesn't have any way of asking that, just putting his wet nose on her hand.*

[prpl_assistant]

[She pets him on the head; just once, just in case he minds.]

Please trust me Sniper. I don't want to see RED injured anymore. We need to get him healed up as soon as possible, just in case something crazy happens here.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He supposes that's probably a good plan. Knowing Paradise anything is possible.

He scratches an ear with his back leg before sitting up and looking at her. What now?*

[prpl_assistant]

[Oh yeah. Now, what to do with a Sniper in a dog's body. Maybe they should head back to her apartment first, before they discuss anything else.]

Would you be alright if we head to my apartment? I think standing out here with a sniping rifle would attract the very attention we are trying to avoid.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Another bark and he jumps down off the fountain to follow her back to her place. Something about going to his bosses assistant's apartment struck him as incredibly unprofessional, but hell, he was a dog. What he did now didn't really matter did it?*

[prpl_assistant]

[It's unprofessional, but she couldn't just leave him here. When they finally reach her apartment, she unlocks the door and lets him in.]

Make yourself at home Sniper. Would you like something to drink?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He shakes his head, sending his ears flopping back and forth. Oh man, it smells wonderful in here. Time to sniff all the things before laying down on the rug and rolling around.*

[prpl_assistant]

[She hides the smile on her face behind her hand; the Sniper really did seem at home with being a dog. She can't remember the last time she read in his profile when he seemed so...well, happy might not be the word, but at least not grouchy.]

Does this happen a lot in Paradise? The shape-shifting, I mean.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He looks at her upside down from where he's rolled against the couch and gives an agreeable bark. At least this is better then when he was a badger.

He flips over and gives himself a shake before sitting up properly. That was better. He shouldn't be rolling around on the floor like a mongrel.*

[prpl_assistant]

[There was that giant temptation for a belly rub. MUST NOT GIVE IN.]

Do we have to wait for the effect to run out?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He couldn't shrug but he made an unsure grumbly noise. He hoped it would just wear off and he'd wake up as himself, but he wasn't holding his breath.

There goes something smelling amazing again, sniff sniff... into the kitchen he goes!*

[prpl_assistant]

[Oh, he's hungry? She follows him in.]

Are you hungry Sniper? I don't know what to give you...

[She opens the fridge and contemplates the insides. She's a healthy eater, so there's a balance of the four basic food groups inside.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

[He sticks his head in the fridge, resting it on one of the racks while his eyes roam around. He settles on an orange, grabbing it in his teeth and then heading back to the front room to eat it, peel and all.

He settles down with his orange between his paws and starts gnawing on it.]

[prpl_assistant]

[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?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*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.*

[prpl_assistant]

[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.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*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.*

[prpl_assistant]

If you like, you can stay here until the effect wears off.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*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.*

[prpl_assistant]

[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.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*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'?*

[prpl_assistant]

[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?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*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.*

[prpl_assistant]

[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.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*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.*