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[threadthefire]

[There's a crash and a giant paw obscures the view for a moment before it's replaced by a black nose attached to puppy. With devilish doggie delight the device disappears into the puppy's maw as the puppy runs away.]

No! Don't - that's not a... toy thing!

[It's hard to tell from the inside of a dog's mouth, but it sounds like there's running involved.]

Not into the shop - the shoes... Someone catch that dog!

[Suddenly you can see again as the puppy barks, dropping the device and running off, Cinna's neat and immaculately cared for shoes run after it.]



[ooc: Open to anything and everything, even action of you feel like helping Cinna corral his new puppy in the shop. BRING IT.]

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[backboned]

[ Somewhere between here and there, between the sidewalk and the shop, Cinna turns a corner and barely misses running straight into a young woman in a dirty old army jacket and a home-knit blue hat. She's busy doing a little dance around a hyperactive puppy who seems to be distracted from this whole 'running-away' business by the girl in question. ]

Hey, now, [ she says gruffy, eyes darting in Cinna's direction as she stoops to pick up the yipping creature. ] You watch yourself. As near as ran me over, makin' quick work of that corner.

[threadthefire]

Apologies, miss. He's rambunctious.

[He stares at the girl for a moment, there's something terribly familiar about her.]

[backboned]

[ 'Miss'.

That's enough to get Ree to crack a smile, though there's nothing particularly mirthful about it. If anything, it's grim and pinched at the edges. The smile of a young woman who's forgotten how to, or at least can no longer recall the sort of sentiment that leads to a genuine one. ]

'Course he is, just look at him. [ In her grasp, the puppy squirms, but Ree levels a finger at it, which the little beast promptly licks. ] Chompin' at the bit and rarin' to go, but you face him square and tell him whose boss? He'll up and listen.

[threadthefire]

[It reminds him of Katniss, that seriousness. The tired wariness. It's sad to think that there are two such young women that have lived such lives.]

I'm still learning, I just got him yesterday. But I'll keep that in mind. Do you have one at home?

[backboned]

[ It's in her blood, that tiredness and tenacity. The Dollys are as much a part of the mountains as the hard-beat stone that raised them up, so it's no wonder that she's hard and wary and barely seventeen to boot.

She adjusts the puppy in her arms. Despite her stern demeanor, the little beast is most certainly taken with her. ] Try six. Three cats and a horse. On a good day.

[threadthefire]

That's quite the collection. Please, come, let me at least get you something warm to drink for your help.

[He motions towards the cafe, off to the side of the shop. She looks like she could use a good meal, too, but he wagers she's too proud to accept.]