[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.]
[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.]
[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'?*
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.*
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.*
[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 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.*
*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.*
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Date: 2012-01-24 10:20 pm (UTC)He settles down with his orange between his paws and starts gnawing on it.]
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Date: 2012-01-24 11:21 pm (UTC)Would you like me to peel it for you?
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Date: 2012-01-25 12:26 am (UTC)He whines and his ears droop. Not having thumbs is rough.*
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Date: 2012-01-25 12:42 pm (UTC)Here you go Sniper.
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Date: 2012-01-25 07:06 pm (UTC)Man that carpet smells nice...
After his little snack he curls up next to the couch, unsure what to do.*
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Date: 2012-01-28 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-28 02:44 am (UTC)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.*
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Date: 2012-01-28 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-28 08:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-28 10:36 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2012-01-28 11:00 am (UTC)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.*
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Date: 2012-01-28 11:35 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2012-01-28 11:38 am (UTC)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.*
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Date: 2012-01-28 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-28 09:17 pm (UTC)Maybe being a dog wasn't so bad afterall.*
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Date: 2012-01-29 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-29 03:56 am (UTC)Let's speak of this to no one.*
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Date: 2012-01-29 06:51 am (UTC)Now she's moving to rubbing his ears again. She's starting to giggle too, because he just looks so cute!!]
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Date: 2012-01-29 07:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-29 12:13 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2012-01-29 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-29 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-30 12:35 am (UTC)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.*
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Date: 2012-01-30 01:35 pm (UTC)Good morning Sniper. Coffee?
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Date: 2012-02-01 09:18 pm (UTC)Roight. That .. sound fine.
*Awkwaaaaard.*
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