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[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.

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Major's traversed the length of the village, probably twice over, in his pursuit of the puppy. Something so small shouldn't be so fast, right? Or is Major really that out of shape? Granted, he hasn't been doing the same kind of highly structured regiment he used to do back in Seattle, but .. he's been staying active. He still works out and runs whenever he can.

The little guy is too small, is his conclusion. Able to fit into tiny spaces that human-sized Major cannot. He worries for a second when the sound of his paws hitting the ground is no longer heard, but the fear is soothed at hearing the cooing. He isn't sure if he feels better or worse to know that Clary's scooped the puppy up in her arms. He has a feeling it's going to be a time trying to convince her to let the thing go.

Still, he smiles when he sees her - catching sight of her active clothing, the, uh, machete on the ground behind her. He thinks to ask about it, but first thing's first:

"It seems you've found it already."

Clary laughed as the puppy licked her jaw. It was adorable and she didn't want to let it go. She wobbled a bit before sitting down on the ground with the puppy in her lap. She scratched behind his ear with renewed vigor as she addressed Major.

"If it isn't Major Nathan." She was tense and needed the outlet. She'd find a way to thank him later. "This guy yours? He's cute. You guys have the same chin." She said as she scratched under the puppies chin.

"Well. I think this little guy has the chance to grow a beard when he's older." Yeah, Clary will have to find a way to apologize for Major for all the lip. It's been a very rough couple of days.

"Nathaniel," he gently corrects, letting out a quiet laugh. "Middle name's Nathaniel." He shakes his head to dismiss the unimportant detail before focusing on the puppy again. "Yeah, just arrived this morning in one of those weird, creepy, unmarked boxes." He isn't going to get into how it looks eerily like the dog he'd stolen from the guy he killed that one time back in Seattle, but there's a certain .. tenseness to his movements, his tone that would indicate there's something going on underneath the surface. He doesn't seem nearly as enthusiastic about the puppy as Clary does. Part of him thinks to just let her keep it, but he knows Ravi will never forgive him if he does.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment, I think. People love puppies, right? So if I have a similarly flopping, dangly chin, I'll consider it a win," he says with a twinge more humor in his voice. "Hopefully one like Ravi's, if he's lucky."

"Isn't Nathan short for Nathaniel?" She posed back to him with a snarky grin. Her fingers continued to brush against the puppies head, behind the ears, under the chin and everywhere else she could reach.

"On nice. Yeah. I'm still sorta hoping one of those boxes brings me a pizza. I might be hoping for a pizza box." Clary frowned. "Yes people love puppies. Ever heard of puppy therapy?" She didn't think she would have needed puppy therapy but she was now happy that she had the chance to sit there and pet the most lovable puppy in the world.

"I don't remember Ravi having a dangling chin. Unless there is another Ravi here I don't know about." She teased. "Anyway, have you had a puppy before? Wait, does he have a name?"

"I ... don't know? I've never known a Nathan before, but they're separate names, as far as I can remember. But who knows? Maybe Nathan is a derivative of Nathaniel or something!" Major says, unaffected by the suggestion. It's just a name, and it's just a middle name, at that. Why do people even bother with middle names, anyway? "I only heard the "Nathaniel" being used when I happened to get in trouble, wedged in between my first and last names. That always stopped me in my tracks of whatever dumb thing I was doing or trying to do."

His stomach growls at the instant pizza is mentioned. He presses his hand against the rumbling and lets out a disgruntled groan.

"I meant the beard. Ravi's beard. If we could all be so lucky as to have something so majestic." He decides to come down to the ground, folding up his legs beneath him until his knees are on the dirt. "I had one as a kid, growing up. But I haven't had a puppy in recent years. He .. does not have a name yet, no. But Ravi and I had a dog who looked alarmingly similar, and Ravi named him Minor, so ... we're .. probably going to end up calling him that. Get it? Major? Minor? Ha-ha."

Clary grimaced. "That's true. Whenever I got in trouble my full name would come out and it was always a little unsettling. Even now, as an adult, it sends chills up my spine." It was the most uncomfortable thing to hear, more so without warning. Of course, Clary had more reasons to dislike her full name but that really depended on the surname that was used.

She continued to pet the pup with affection, her smile bright and eager as she cupped the basset hounds face and wiggled his large floppy ears.

Clary looked up at Major with a smile. "Minor? Really? Why not call him something else if you already have a dog with that name at home." Since this wasn't Minor. Though Clary realized that she had a very unique opinion about pets because she was never allowed to have one. "You can name him Ursa and then you'd be Ursa Major together." She started talking in a baby voice as she looked down at the basset hound. "Isn't that right."

This was definitely cheering her up.

"We .. don't have .. Minor at home, anymore. I had - uh, found him, wandering the streets. Took him home 'til we could find his owners. He eventually, uh. Went back to them." It wasn't an entire lie, but it certainly wasn't the truth. He had found him outside and he had taken the thing home, but - well. He didn't need to get into all of the gruesome details as to why any of that had happened, or how he'd boarded a city bus with the dog and got off without him. The authorities later found him, luckily, and the dog, as far as Major knew, was living a good life somewhere. "So. I think we were talking about Minor 2.0, to make us feel better about having technically lost the first one. We both .. got kind of attached to the thing."

Her suggestion, though, draws him out of the darkening mood that's gathering over his head and makes him laugh.

"That's actually pretty awesome. I'll have to recommend that one to Ravi, see what he thinks."

Clary's frown returned.

Her focus narrowed on the basset hound, hoping that somehow the eager puppy could bring her smile back. "I'm sorry." Her voice was devoid of it's usual snark. She knew what it felt like to lose someone you cared about. Even if it was a puppy and not a person, Clary felt a sympathetic cord pull in her chest. It was frustrating and annoying and she thought that it was stupid.

"Minor 2.0." Interesting. She sighed and pressed her face against the pups head, only to receive a lick across her face. It was a little gross.

"Thank you. I am an art student and ooze creativity." She looked up at Major with a small smile. "So how did you get this little thing? He looks like he'll be a handful. Is there dog food here? I guess dogs eat everything." Clary wasn't sure how that would work and focusing on the details helped her forget how she was feeling.

"Ravi took it a lot harder than I did, mostly because I hadn't really .. told him, that he'd found his owners. He was out when it happened." Okay, the only thing about that that's true is that Ravi took it hard. It had been the thing that had clued Ravi into the possibility that Major was the famed Chaos Killer the news kept talking about. Especially when stories later came out about a Basset Hound was found, belonging to one of the victims.

Major blinks himself back into the present moment having lost himself in the darker memories of where he'd come from.

"He showed up on my doorstep, as cliche as it sounds. He was in one of those gift boxes. I got another box, too, but I haven't opened it yet. I'm hoping for like, the gift of electricity and a game console, but I have a feeling it's going to be like those Christmases when you're a kid and someone gives you socks, you know? I didn't see anything else in the box, which is what I was looking for when he squeezed out of my arms - leash, bowl, food. I guess he can eat the same sorta stuff we eat, no?"

Clary listened while her hand continued to run over Minor's back. She listened though she wasn't sure what to make of the story. A man and his dog? She didn't think it mattered where the dog was from for someone to make a connection with it. In that respect, she's glad that he and Ravi had a dog now.

Every boy should grow up with a dog.

She had waited as he recounted the event, the bright green hue of her gaze understanding. "Dog's can eat meat that hasn't been cooked and more or less what we eat. No chocolate or chemicals. Which are two things that are hard to come by here so I don't think it'll be much of a problem. I think dairy is bad for them too but I don't know." It wasn't that Clary had ever owned a dog. She just knew a little bit about them because she had always wanted one.

"Right, no chocolate. I remember that from .. something. I think there was a Louis CK skit about him having to try and force his dog into drinking peroxide to make him throw up the huge thing of dark chocolate he'd eaten. It was a pretty entertaining skit, the way he told it. The dog hated him for it and never forgave him after that," Major remembers with a laugh that's slightly twinged with the sadness of no TV or internet to watch said comedy clip. "Huh, I didn't know about dairy. I try not to have a whole lot of that, though that seems sorta like a luxury around here, too, huh? This is apparently the place to come for someone who wants to do a super clean eating cleanse; nothing but meat, vegetables, and fruit."

"I think so." Clary replied with a huff of laughter. Louis CK. It's been awhile since she's heard that name. Was he still famous? All Clary remembered was that his skits were all super depressing and usually made fun of how sad his life was. She's also fairly sure that he was bald or balding.

"Jude makes paper. I don't know if he'll keep at it through winter but I have some from him." And she's going to use it how she likes.

Clary was an artist. She needed something to draw with and on. It was the only release that she had when everything got too stressful to handle. It was more difficult here but Clary was naturally stubborn. "Yeah. I can't believe I'm saying this but I miss Tacobell." Among other fast food restaurants.

"Yeah, I think that was one of the funniest things I can remember seeing. I like the way he tells jokes, like the way he humanizes stuff that isn't human, like the dog." Major gives a contemplative glance to Minor. "Hopefully nothing like that ever happens, not only for the fact that chocolate seems to be limited and I am enjoying that myself, but also that peroxide isn't readily available. It's not like I can just go down to Walgreen's or something to get some."

His brows lift at the mention of the paper. He remembers the drawings she'd been doing the day of eclipse.

"Huh. That's .. good to know, about the paper," he comments, more to himself than to her.

He lets out a laugh at the mention of Taco Bell, nodding in agreement.

"I'm totally with you. It's ridiculous, isn't it? It was always a mistake, a few hours later. But you're right, I could totally go for some if it was offered. It's gross."

Clary stared at Major. "Peroxide?" Was that in chocolate? She didn't understand the connection. She knew that there was a lot of junk in the food that she ate but she never spent a lot of time thinking about it. There were always other things that she needed to think about.

Then it clicked. "OH! To make the dog throw up or kill it if you give it to much..." She started at Major for a few seconds while petting the dog. She didn't want to give him up, now more than ever.

Her lips cracked into a smile.

"Very gross." Clary paused before steering the conversation somewhere that didn't make her hungry. "Can I walk with you back to your place?" She wanted to keep petting the puppy. She might also want to visit again. Just the puppy. Not Ravi or Major.

"Yeah, apparently if a dog ingests chocolate, you can give it peroxide within a short period of time to -- yeah, exactly," Major says with a point and a snap in her direction as it all clicks. He hadn't known that, about how peroxide can be used to induce vomiting in a dog in case of emergency, before he'd seen the joke. But now that he has seen it, it's one of those random tidbits of trivia he'll always remember for some reason.

"Sure!" He hoists himself up to standing before reaching out a hand to help her up. "I promise I won't try to take Minor away from you. I'm just offering to help you up."

Clary was fairly sure that peroxide makes everyone throw up. It was one of the chemicals that they suggested that you put behind a child-lock door. Her mom had, which lead Clary to believe that it was toxic. It's the sort of thing that, as a child, Clary thought she'd learn as she grew up. Now that she was grown up, she didn't understand how adults knew anything.

She missed google.

She smiled as she took his hand. Minor fidgeted some but was happily flopped in Clary's arms. She had to lean over to grab her daggers which she slipped carefully into the thin piece of fabric that she lashed to her belt. It wasn't a sheath but it worked and the pointy parts were away from the puppy.

"Lead on."

"Uh, do you want me to carry those?" Major asks, gesturing towards the seriously-sharp-looking daggers with a brow raise. "Or are you good?" He starts to lead her in the direction of he and Ravi's cabin, which, to the best of their ability, they'd made look a bit like the house they'd shared back in Seattle. He missed that house. He missed his bar cart, his collection of old cameras, the game consoles, the TV. God, did he miss the TV. And their big, comfy leather couch. He loved snoozing on that thing. Blinking himself out of nostalgia, he looks over at her. "Am I gonna have to fight you to keep my dog once we're at the house?"

"I'm good."

She had it all worked out. Minor wiggled in her arms but stopped the moment Clary began to scratch beneath his chin. Considering how small Clary was, the basset hound made her look even smaller. It was amazing that she managed to carry him at all.

"Yes." Clary flashed him a smile before rubbing her cheek affectionately against the pups head. She'd give it back to Major... eventually.

"I guess I should be grateful that you're at least being honest about it," Major says with a laugh as he continues leading her towards the house. He tucks his hands into his pockets as he meanders about, glancing over at the two of them every so often. "Which cabin do you live in again? I don't think I ever knew."

"I'm at the inn. It's easier." Also less depressing compared to living in a large house alone. It's been a struggle since Isabelle has left and Clary wasn't interested in putting herself in situations where she was reminded that her friend was gone.

Her hand continued to rub at the puppies belly as she looked over at Major. "Why? You looking to stalk me? I'll kick your ass so hard." Her tone was light but fierce.

"Ah, got it. Do you like it there? I imagine there's never really a quiet moment, with so many people around and things going on." He pauses for a second, thinking. "I should probably go there more often. I only pop in there every couple of days, if I manage to catch some fish or something and have excess." He'd never seen any of the guest rooms, though, for all of the times he'd been there. He always stayed in the main room, where the fireplace and bar are.

"Whoa, whoa, cool your jets. I don't doubt that you could kick my ass, to any degree of hardness," Major says holding both hands up, palms out: the universal sign of surrender. "I was just curious if you had room mates and stuff. Who they were. I haven't met a lot of people in the village, so I was curious. Sheesh. Can't a guy ask a simple question without threat of bodily harm?"

"It's not always a bad thing." She remarked before turning her attention back to the puppy. He was panting happily and beginning to wiggle in Clary's arms. She might not be able to hold him forever but she'll make it to Major's house before she sets him down. No point of catching the pup if she can't return him home. "You should. They have luck every ... lunch." Who could resist the call of food?

"No."

Clary's expression and tone fell instantly. "I don't have a roommate." She had one until they vanished. "If you want to meet people just hang out there. There are people there all the time." It was a little annoying at times but Clary also liked it. It kept her mind from wandering.

"It's not, depending on what you're into. I'm a people person - obviously - but I also dig my alone time, too. I think even the most outgoing and friendly of people needs at least a little quiet time to recharge a bit. At least you have your own room there, so that when you need that time, you can get it," Major says, brows furrowing slightly at the very obvious shift in mood. It doesn't take much for him to surmise that .. there might be some loss there. With all of the disappearances that go on in the village ...

"Yeah, I guess that's some good advice. Maybe I'll start doing that. It's not like I've got anywhere better to be these days."

"Yeah." Clary agreed though it wasn't obvious that she was paying attention to what Major was saying. There was a lot going through her mind right now and she didn't want to think about 75% of it. Right now she wanted to focus on the puppy in her arms.

"You'll also get feed." Which Clary guessed was something that Major might need help with. He looked a little too soft to be on his own in a survival setting.

"What, are you saying I'm too skinny? I mean, I haven't been eating the same junk I got caught up eating back home, which is pretty great most of the time, but I think I eat a lot, generally. I mean, at least I feel like I do, especially in comparison with Ravi." He lets out a bit of a sigh before gesturing to the house that he and Ravi share. It is, unsurprisingly, painted in UW colors: purple and gold. "This is us here."

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