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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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[threadthefire]

Good. [His hand tightened on the glass for a moment before he set it aside to throw the toy for the dog again. This time, the puppy brought it back to papa Finnick. Isn't he the cutest?]

The last thing she needed was more people forcing her to fight.

[killerstyle]

[PUPPYYYYYY. He sets his glass down and then proceeds to give the dog an energetic scratching and ear-tousling as reward for a job well done.]

There comes a point when it sort of...spirals out of our hands. It isn't our war anymore, not really. It's someone's, and we're in it, but the game is so much bigger than we are. It's always bigger than we are.

[threadthefire]

I didn't think we'd always have control of it. There was just too much to do. I'm surprised I managed my part.

[He watches Finnick with the puppy, smiling, it's a good thing to see.]