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[punchedhitler]

I don't understand this curse.

[Cap has a bubble - it is little but frustrating. Crepe has already slammed into it three time today - oh, and here she comes again, running and jumping straight into the barrier, and bouncing, and skidding away. She looks comically confused, and she barks protest.]

I would mind it so much if it didn't hurt my dog.

I bet Private Lorraine wouldn't like it much, though.

[That is said as an afterthought. Fff.]

Comments

[anunluckypenny]

Aww, the poor thing!

Do you need a dog-sitter or something? I don't think I'm cursed today.

[punchedhitler]

I think we might.

[anunluckypenny]

If you do, just let me know what I can do, okay?

[punchedhitler]

Do you want to take her for the day?

[anunluckypenny]

I'd love to. [You just need to ask!]

Would you like me to come and get her? What's her name?

[punchedhitler]

She's Crepe. She's really a good dog.

[anunluckypenny]

Crepe is such a sweet name! Did you name her that?

[punchedhitler]

Bucky did. Ariadne suggested the name.

[anunluckypenny]

I've never met either of them, but they did a good job.

Would it be easiest if I picked her up?

[punchedhitler]

Bucky's my best friend. I think you'd like him; she's really his dog.

I think so, I can't get a leash on her.

[anunluckypenny]

I think I would like him.

Then I'll be right over! ...As soon as I know where I'm going.

[punchedhitler]

Oh, we live:

[And insert directions to a small brownstone outside the 12 building setup]

[anunluckypenny]

Great! I'll be right there.

[And she will be.]