*He trotted into the house, glad to see that Sniper was still in that dog-eared hoodie instead of being in his BLU shirt.
Guess he couldn't make fun of that sweater anymore could he?
This was going to be incredibly awkward if he suddenly turned back into his girl form but for now he was just going to make himself at home. By sniffing around for any food.*
[RED watched the dog start sniffing around, figuring out what he was looking for- not that he had any food in the house, though. His own aching stomach reminded him of that. It was something he probably should have thought about before leaving RED base, but his pride wasn't damaged enough for him to call for help. As far as he was concerned, he could walk back anytime he wanted to. Or felt like it. One of those.
For now, he watched the dog quietly, leaving the door open for him for the moment.]
Hm. I'd feed ya if I had anything, but I'm goin' hungry, too. You should probably head on back ta BLU's. Wouldn't want him wonderin' where you'd run off to.
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.
[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.
*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.*
[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.
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.*
[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.]
[RED made an indistinct noise of mild disgust at that thought, but it did made sense (sort of, in the Paradise-has-talking-animals-and-dragons sense) that if BLU was Cassidy, then Cassidy might be BLU.]
Hn.
[His eyes trailed to Cas— er, BLU's ears, watching them fold back; his gaze resettled itself somewhere on his ceiling.]
Got to admit it's a bit disturbing, mate. And I thought my luck was rotten.
Hnggh. Probably. This is so bloody unfair! How come you didn't wake up as th' raccoon or somethin'? This better not be jus' me an Cassidy. What a load 'f...
*His rant is cut off as he suddenly falls over, changing back into the dog.*
[RED shuddered at the thought, still wondering why this had happened to BLU and not him. Knowing his luck, he would've ended up as the raccoon or Pyro, or maybe even the masked bloke who'd put him in critical condition. He was perfectly willing to accept his good fortune for the time being. As far as he was concerned, he deserved some after all the stress he'd been put through.]
To be honest, mate? I like ya better as a dog, too.
[He limped back to one of the chairs in the den, taking a seat with an exhausted groan.]
Here's a thought: why don't ya go find Ringo? I'm sure he'd know somethin' about being a dog. Maybe he'll teach ya how to beg if you bark real nice.
*He snorted irritably and scrambled to his feet, following along behind RED.
Snarling at the suggestion he laid down on the ground with his head on his paws. This was awkward and he wanted it to end as soon as possible. Who knew what Cassidy was doing with his body either. Or his things.*
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:33 am (UTC)Guess he couldn't make fun of that sweater anymore could he?
This was going to be incredibly awkward if he suddenly turned back into his girl form but for now he was just going to make himself at home. By sniffing around for any food.*
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:40 am (UTC)For now, he watched the dog quietly, leaving the door open for him for the moment.]
Hm. I'd feed ya if I had anything, but I'm goin' hungry, too. You should probably head on back ta BLU's. Wouldn't want him wonderin' where you'd run off to.
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:44 am (UTC)He plopped his butt down on the ground and tilted his head at RED. Barking once before sighing and dropping his ears. This was awkward.*
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:49 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:53 am (UTC)Okay that's good. Right. Now then. How did Chibi do this?
He pokes some of the keys with his nose.*
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*Oh that worked well. *
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:56 am (UTC)Ya best give that here before you break it. I'm sure BLU wouldn't appreciate that.
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:59 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2012-01-16 10:14 am (UTC)Cassidy. Ya might tell people you can turn into a dog before you go showin' up at their 'ouse lookin' like one.
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Date: 2012-01-16 10:18 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2012-01-16 10:21 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-01-16 10:34 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2012-01-16 10:57 am (UTC)How did this, er... happen?
[And better yet, how could he keep it from happening to him?]
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Date: 2012-01-16 11:05 am (UTC)If I knew I'd tell ya. I woke up loike this in her house.
*Okay, he'd woken up in her nightclothes which was an embarrasement he never wanted to relive.*
I assume she's me but I keep turnin' into a dog so I haven't checked.
*He kept glaring at the ground, the dog ears on the top of his head folding back in agitation without him realizing it.*
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Date: 2012-01-16 11:48 am (UTC)Hn.
[His eyes trailed to Cas— er, BLU's ears, watching them fold back; his gaze resettled itself somewhere on his ceiling.]
Got to admit it's a bit disturbing, mate. And I thought my luck was rotten.
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Date: 2012-01-16 11:58 am (UTC)Yeah, I know.
Guess I should shut my mouth about yer damn sweater.
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Date: 2012-01-16 05:33 pm (UTC)You havin' your own set of ears is the least of your problems now, I'd say.
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:50 pm (UTC)Yeah yeah. I have a bloody tail too, ya jus' can't see it with this coat.
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:56 pm (UTC)[There was another awkward pause as he rubbed his neck.]
Well. Assuming she's in the same, er. Right. It could be worse.
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Date: 2012-01-16 10:06 pm (UTC)I don't see how. An' I keep turnin' int' a dog. Which is actually preferable t' .... this.
*He gestured down at himself. This was so, so awkward.*
This better not last long.
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Date: 2012-01-16 10:15 pm (UTC)Hopefully she don't go messin' with none of my stuff. Or walkin' around makin' my leg worse.
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Date: 2012-01-16 10:34 pm (UTC)Hnggh. Probably. This is so bloody unfair! How come you didn't wake up as th' raccoon or somethin'? This better not be jus' me an Cassidy. What a load 'f...
*His rant is cut off as he suddenly falls over, changing back into the dog.*
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Date: 2012-01-16 11:00 pm (UTC)To be honest, mate? I like ya better as a dog, too.
[He limped back to one of the chairs in the den, taking a seat with an exhausted groan.]
Here's a thought: why don't ya go find Ringo? I'm sure he'd know somethin' about being a dog. Maybe he'll teach ya how to beg if you bark real nice.
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Date: 2012-01-16 11:17 pm (UTC)Snarling at the suggestion he laid down on the ground with his head on his paws. This was awkward and he wanted it to end as soon as possible. Who knew what Cassidy was doing with his body either. Or his things.*
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