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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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"Aw, poor lil' guy," Major comments quietly, giving its belly a little scratch. "Pooped himself out." He looks back over the guy opposite him, continuing to speak in a quiet fashion.
"Just arrived this morning, as luck would have it." It's still weird as hell to say these sorts of things so casually, but how else can Major describe it? The Box Gods have seen fit to bestow upon me a blessing in the form of a canine companion? The Observers are fucking with him by weakening his defenses with a ball of wrinkles and fur? There's some karmic justice going on with the puppy of choice being a friggin' Basset Hound, almost identical to the one he'd "rescued" from the zombie he'd been blackmailed into killing once? .. No, he's going to leave it as-is, however weird it sounds.
At Arado's approach, Major tilts at the waist to bend down enough to give the dog a scratch behind the ears, mindful of the snoozing puppy in his arms.
"I have. A couple of times now. He was one of the first things to greet me when I came through the fountain. Wanda was the second," he says, remembering. Wait. Major suddenly puts two and two together and .. "Oh, you're one of her housemates, right? She'd mentioned you briefly, I think. I don't .. uh, I don't totally remember. Things have been - you know, kinda chaotic in the adjustment."