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sixthiterationlogs2016-08-08 01:47 pm
igotacrossbow) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-08-08 01:47 pm
002; here's a fellow in blue jeans dancing with an older queen
WHO: Jake Jensen
WHERE: Edge of the woods/Jake's back yard
WHEN: August 8th, mid-afternoon
OPEN TO: OTA!
WARNINGS: Slightly off-key singing, but that's it
STATUS: Open
Waking up to find a small, yipping box on their front porch had definitely been outside the ordinary, but Jake had fallen head-over-heels in love with the little, wiggling puppy he found inside. He's always been a sucker for dogs. The first day had been spent mostly lying on the floor, playing with the little pup and letting it chew on his hands (he knows he shouldn't allow it to do that, but it's so cute), but then he had to braid it some kind of harness/leash get-up so he wouldn't run away. He may not have a name yet, but Jake would be absolutely devastated if he lost his smol dog son.
The sheet he'd wound up tearing into strips and braiding into a leash for the dog was a pale blue color, and Jake has to admire how it sets off the pale blue of the dog's eyes. His dog is so handsome! He'd taken him on a long walk around the village earlier in the morning to show him off, but then, unfortunately, duty calls. He'd promised Cougar earlier he'd start a wood pile, so despite the distraction of the puppy, he heads out to the forest to start hauling wood back to the house.
Using a rusty axe head that he'd managed to sharpen on a stone and fit with a new handle as the old one had all but rotted away, Jake manages to make it to the end of their little "yard" before the puppy's whining brought him back.
Which is how he finds himself with a dog leash in one hand and an axe in the other, singing to himself as he walks into the forest.
He's worked through most of Sam Cooke's greatest hits by the time he returns to the house, the dog leash tied around his waist so he can still hold the axe in one hand, the other being occupied with carrying the tree limbs he'd managed to hack down. There's a tree stump near the edge of what he considers the yard that will be perfect for splitting wood, and a scraggly looking bush he can tie the puppy to so he won't run away. It's as good a set up as he's going to ever get, so he sets himself to the task at hand, getting into a rhythm pretty quickly with the chopping.
He gets so into the swing of things that he actually starts swinging; his hips, that is. Dancing whilst chopping wood is a delicate maneuver, but he manages it, bopping along to his rendition of soul classics.
WHERE: Edge of the woods/Jake's back yard
WHEN: August 8th, mid-afternoon
OPEN TO: OTA!
WARNINGS: Slightly off-key singing, but that's it
STATUS: Open
Waking up to find a small, yipping box on their front porch had definitely been outside the ordinary, but Jake had fallen head-over-heels in love with the little, wiggling puppy he found inside. He's always been a sucker for dogs. The first day had been spent mostly lying on the floor, playing with the little pup and letting it chew on his hands (he knows he shouldn't allow it to do that, but it's so cute), but then he had to braid it some kind of harness/leash get-up so he wouldn't run away. He may not have a name yet, but Jake would be absolutely devastated if he lost his smol dog son.
The sheet he'd wound up tearing into strips and braiding into a leash for the dog was a pale blue color, and Jake has to admire how it sets off the pale blue of the dog's eyes. His dog is so handsome! He'd taken him on a long walk around the village earlier in the morning to show him off, but then, unfortunately, duty calls. He'd promised Cougar earlier he'd start a wood pile, so despite the distraction of the puppy, he heads out to the forest to start hauling wood back to the house.
Using a rusty axe head that he'd managed to sharpen on a stone and fit with a new handle as the old one had all but rotted away, Jake manages to make it to the end of their little "yard" before the puppy's whining brought him back.
Which is how he finds himself with a dog leash in one hand and an axe in the other, singing to himself as he walks into the forest.
He's worked through most of Sam Cooke's greatest hits by the time he returns to the house, the dog leash tied around his waist so he can still hold the axe in one hand, the other being occupied with carrying the tree limbs he'd managed to hack down. There's a tree stump near the edge of what he considers the yard that will be perfect for splitting wood, and a scraggly looking bush he can tie the puppy to so he won't run away. It's as good a set up as he's going to ever get, so he sets himself to the task at hand, getting into a rhythm pretty quickly with the chopping.
He gets so into the swing of things that he actually starts swinging; his hips, that is. Dancing whilst chopping wood is a delicate maneuver, but he manages it, bopping along to his rendition of soul classics.
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Watching her tussle with his dog brings a broad, indulgent smile to his face.
"Names are important!" he protests. "I can't just pick any name, it has to be a good name. He's gonna carry it for the rest of his life."
The dog is loving all this attention, yapping and wriggling like mad, his little tail a near blur at the speed it's whipping back and forth to showcase his incandescent joy. "I think he likes you," Jake points out, amused.
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Gently, she manages to roll the puppy onto his back, and starts to rub his belly.
"He's a good little boy," Kate says, glancing up - and up. He's tall, is Jensen. Tall and half naked. "I grew up with dogs."
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"My niece named her rabbit 'Princess Little Piddles' and it got loose one time, and I had to go around the neighborhood calling out her ridiculous name like a total idiot." The rabbit had eventually been found in the laundry hamper, hiding beneath a pair of Beth's pajamas.
The dog's paws wave idly in the air as he soaks in this attention, tongue lolling. "Yeah, he is," Jake agrees, smiling. "I can tell," he continues. "I always wanted a dog, growing up, but I never was able to have one."
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"Well, you have a puppy right now," she continues, although her tone is a bit more thoughtful.
She'd needed salt. Wanted it, earned for it, worried about its lack. And there, a box of it arrived.
He'd wanted a dog, and now one has appeared.