[who let the dogs out?]

[majorlyugh]

WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: Major/Ravi's cabin, around the village
WHEN: Mid-October
OPEN TO: All, specific starter for Ravi
WARNINGS: PUPPIES.

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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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[babyhunter]

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.

[majorlyugh]

"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."

[babyhunter]

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."

[majorlyugh]

"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?"

[babyhunter]

"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.

[majorlyugh]

"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."

[babyhunter]

"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.

[majorlyugh]

"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?"

[babyhunter]

"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.

[majorlyugh]

"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."

[babyhunter]

"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.

[majorlyugh]

"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."

[babyhunter]

Clary laughed and shook her head. "Why would I think you were too skinny. I didn't even think that was a thing." At least not with people like Major who obviously worked out all the time.

"Already?" She looked up at the house and then down at the basset hound in her arms. "I'll miss you but don't worry. I'll have Ravi and Major let me visit. Ravi's a chicken and I bet Major is a push over even though he's all muscly. Yes he is. Yes he is." Clary was baby talking to the puppy.

[majorlyugh]

"It's a thing. I mean, I don't know how much of a thing it is here, but back home, it was definitely a thing. Eating disorders and all. You know. I saw it a lot at the gym. There were folks, often women, who'd spend their entire day at the gym, barely eat anything, come back and do it again the next day. I tried intervening a couple of times, but it always backfired, so I eventually stopped."

Major puts his hands on his waist while he listens to Clary talk to the puppy, making a bit of a face - though he doesn't really mean it. He isn't insulted by anything she's saying. If anything, she's .. right on the nose.

"Ravi is absolutely a chicken, and I am a pushover only with certain things. But I'd never think to deny someone the joys of being around a puppy. We need to take all the good we can get here, right?"

[babyhunter]

"That sounds like a lot of work." Clary looked up at Major as if he was spouting nonsense. "I also happen to love food. I don't think I'd survive without hamburgers in my life." She knew that some girls starved themselves but Clary never saw the point. Like any woman in today's society, she knew how to put herself down. She felt thin and scraggly, delicate was the word for it but also weak and frail. It helped that he best friend was male, she didn't have anyone to compare herself too and Simon would offer her little compliments when it looked like she was feeling down.

Ravi had made a point to remind Clary that he was the world's largest chicken. In fact, it came up multiple times after she had offered to be his body guard for a short trip into the other village.

Clary looked up at Major with a grin. "So not the important stuff." She gave Minor one last belly scratch before passing over the pup to Major. "You'll see me again. Probably at lunch if you start going to the inn." She lifted her hand in a brief wave before turning to head back to her practice.