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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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[peaceonearth]

Hey...while I'm here. I could use a new shirt and a pair of boots. Any chance I can charge it to Dean Winchester?

[threadthefire]

The Chief of Police? Are you a friend of his?

[Cinna happily leads the way, steering her towards the pieces that he thinks will flatter her blonde hair and smart smile.]

[peaceonearth]

Hmmmm mmmm. Deano can't get enough of me. Saved his ass a time or two.

[threadthefire]

That's lovely to hear, I'll make sure to give him a call and let him know you stopped by. And we'll leave this one on the house, it never hurts to curry a little favor with the local authorities.

[With one hand carrying the puppy, he pulls a few things off the rack to pass to Ruby.]

Changing rooms are that way if you care to try them on.

[peaceonearth]

[Some people might feel bad taking advantage. Ruby is not 'people' and definitely not some of those people. She winks at Cinna, takes the things from him and heads toward the dressing rooms.]

Not hating the new digs.

[threadthefire]

Thank you, I've worked hard to put this place together and make it what it is.

[He flags down one of the staff to pass the puppy off to with instructions to lock it back in his office.]

[peaceonearth]

[Inside the dressing room she strips off the shirt with a bullet hole in it and drops it before donning the new one. She steps out, giving her reflection a glance in the mirror.]

You've got good taste.

[threadthefire]

Well, it is my profession, after all. I pride myself on having the best taste in the City.

[He reaches over to make a few adjustments, helping the shirt settle on her a little better.]

Perfect fit.