Frankie Dalton (
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poly_chromatic2012-06-22 03:12 pm
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[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]
[A big, dark blur resolves into a rather large dog. Having dropped his device (now with a few new chew-marks on it) on a chair, he turns his attention to pawing the refrigerator door open and perusing its contents.
After a moment he backs up to shut the door, and turns back to the chair. Noticing the recording light his eyes narrow a bit.]
Figures,
[he murmurs in, well, his usual tone, pulling up to his hindlegs to turn the feed off with a forepaw.]
[OPEN ACTION]
i.
[Completely unaware that he's cursed, Frankie's going about his daily routine-- which means he's out for a run, loping at an easy pace through the familiar streets, oblivious to the occasional odd looks and startled passerby.]
ii.
[Later that evening, the big dog saunters down to The Raven; he's not working (he rarely does, these days,) but he likes to wander down and look around now and then. He manages to shoulder the door open and walks in like he owns the place, trotting along with an appraising eye.]
[ooc; no idea he's not normally a wolfdog. Network or action just about anywhere welcome <3 Comments from
better_at_this. <3]
[A big, dark blur resolves into a rather large dog. Having dropped his device (now with a few new chew-marks on it) on a chair, he turns his attention to pawing the refrigerator door open and perusing its contents.
After a moment he backs up to shut the door, and turns back to the chair. Noticing the recording light his eyes narrow a bit.]
Figures,
[he murmurs in, well, his usual tone, pulling up to his hindlegs to turn the feed off with a forepaw.]
[OPEN ACTION]
i.
[Completely unaware that he's cursed, Frankie's going about his daily routine-- which means he's out for a run, loping at an easy pace through the familiar streets, oblivious to the occasional odd looks and startled passerby.]
ii.
[Later that evening, the big dog saunters down to The Raven; he's not working (he rarely does, these days,) but he likes to wander down and look around now and then. He manages to shoulder the door open and walks in like he owns the place, trotting along with an appraising eye.]
[ooc; no idea he's not normally a wolfdog. Network or action just about anywhere welcome <3 Comments from
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Action/The Raven
...Tch.
Who let the oversized puppy in?
[ And why does said puppy seem - familiar? ]
Action/The Raven
The puppy let himself in.
[Hi Karl, something wrong?]
Action/The Raven
...Frankie...
[ You'll get fur in the drinks :| ]
New look?
[ Karl's boss is a wolf. What is his life? ]
Action/The Raven
Much.]
Nah, you know what they say about old dogs and new tricks.
Action/The Raven
...You can't be that old.
[ Not as old as Karl. (Dog years or no) ]
Action/The Raven
Figure of speech. [And a wide, wolfy grin. He's in a good mood, for once, joking around.] Good call trying to flatter me, though.
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Okay?]
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Hey yourself.
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Fur all over the place.
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[Grumblegrumble. He lays his head back on the floor contentedly.]
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Only then?
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Nah.
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Thought so.
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SCRATCHES]
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[action - home?]
Woah.
[action!]
Whoa what?