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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-10 04:03 pm
majorlyugh) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-10 04:03 pm
[who let the dogs out?]
WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: Major/Ravi's cabin, around the village
WHEN: Mid-October
OPEN TO: All, specific starter for Ravi
WARNINGS: PUPPIES.
Major had been lured outside by the sound of whimpering. Every ounce of softness and kindness he'd ever held in his body had been tingling like a small fire, spreading over the expanse of his body from head to toe at the sound. When he had opened the door, two boxes were sitting side-by-side on the porch - one about half the size of the other and, to his surprise, moving around like one of those fake ferret toys for cats, the kind that's glued to a mechanical ball that moves around.
Only a little less erratic.
He took the stationary box in first, setting it off to the side of the living room, before returning to get the one that had now seemed to calm down a little bit. As he lifted it, there was a quiet yelp from the inside, and Major knew in an instant what the mystery box's contents were, without having to remove the lid.
He sets the box down in the middle of the living room, carefully lifting up the cover to reveal the small, Basset Hound puppy gazing up at him inside. At the sight of his face, it lets out another yelp, this one happier but still pleading, and tries to stand on its hind legs to see outside the open top of the box. It doesn't quite have the hang of what it means to be coordinated yet, and so it tumbles backwards, causing a very loud "AWW!!" to come rushing out of Major's mouth.
He reaches inside, carefully scooping the puppy up in his arms. Once near enough, it begins to lick his face and squirm around in his grip. As Major's trying to check the box for any other dog-related items, the puppy manages to wiggle its way out of his arms and, before he can manage to do anything to stop it, runs straight out of the door that Major's foolishly left open by mistake.
He opens his mouth to shout a name, but realizes he doesn't have one at the ready, so he shouts the only thing he can think of:
"HEY! ... HEY YOU! COME BACK!" as he scrambles to his feet and out the door, chasing after the bounding, long-eared puppy.
WHERE: Major/Ravi's cabin, around the village
WHEN: Mid-October
OPEN TO: All, specific starter for Ravi
WARNINGS: PUPPIES.
Major had been lured outside by the sound of whimpering. Every ounce of softness and kindness he'd ever held in his body had been tingling like a small fire, spreading over the expanse of his body from head to toe at the sound. When he had opened the door, two boxes were sitting side-by-side on the porch - one about half the size of the other and, to his surprise, moving around like one of those fake ferret toys for cats, the kind that's glued to a mechanical ball that moves around.
Only a little less erratic.
He took the stationary box in first, setting it off to the side of the living room, before returning to get the one that had now seemed to calm down a little bit. As he lifted it, there was a quiet yelp from the inside, and Major knew in an instant what the mystery box's contents were, without having to remove the lid.
He sets the box down in the middle of the living room, carefully lifting up the cover to reveal the small, Basset Hound puppy gazing up at him inside. At the sight of his face, it lets out another yelp, this one happier but still pleading, and tries to stand on its hind legs to see outside the open top of the box. It doesn't quite have the hang of what it means to be coordinated yet, and so it tumbles backwards, causing a very loud "AWW!!" to come rushing out of Major's mouth.
He reaches inside, carefully scooping the puppy up in his arms. Once near enough, it begins to lick his face and squirm around in his grip. As Major's trying to check the box for any other dog-related items, the puppy manages to wiggle its way out of his arms and, before he can manage to do anything to stop it, runs straight out of the door that Major's foolishly left open by mistake.
He opens his mouth to shout a name, but realizes he doesn't have one at the ready, so he shouts the only thing he can think of:
"HEY! ... HEY YOU! COME BACK!" as he scrambles to his feet and out the door, chasing after the bounding, long-eared puppy.
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Scowling, he touches his hair. "Also, don't do anything to it," he says. "Whether picking me up or not, some things should be sacred."
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"That's what you're going with as what's supposed to be sacred? Your hair? Not like, your face or your sweater vests? Hair grows back, but sweater vests don't. Not here, at least."
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"When the hair goes, I just look like I should be playing a stereotypical priest or terrorist," he says, without much humour. "So, neither," he finishes pointedly. "Or I'll hold our new dog-baby captive with sole custody. I'm sure the invisible courts will be happy to rule in my favour."
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"You know the more you talk about what you look like without a beard, the more I really want to see you without a beard, right? Like, I bet you look like a baby without your facial hair. God, we need to stop talking about it if you don't want to randomly wake up one day to a freshly shaven face. And you needing to walk around with Minor as a stand-in beard 'til it grows back."
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Yet, he's falling for it hook, line, and sinker. "How about one day, when it's warm outside and I hate my life, I shave it down to stubble." Not gone, but stubble. That, he thinks he can do, especially if the next summer is as hot as the last.