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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.]

Comments

OH GOD YOUR FINNICK /GATHERS TO BOSOM

[fatalchoice]

Everyone was thinking it, Finnick. And you know I like to say what everyone's thinking.

BE NICE JO HE'S DEAD NOW B|

[killerstyle]

I wasn't thinking it. But, see, that's because I have this thing called tact.

ALL THE MORE REASON TO HIT HIM GOSH

[fatalchoice]

Tact doesn't know who I am.

THAT'S NO WAY TO GET AHEAD

[killerstyle]

Neither do pants, apparently.

He's naming it after me.

I READ THAT... REALLY WRONG......

[fatalchoice]

Believe it or not, I didn't strip when I got here. That's this stupid place's fault.

[Pause. And then a sharp bark of laughter.]

Naming it after you? You're not that innocent-looking.

/all the headpuns

[killerstyle]

Yes, Johanna, the City has a fascination with stripping you down. It has nothing to do with you or outfits that make you look like trees.

And shut up, it looks just like me.

sob so terrible

[fatalchoice]

You shut up, I was just changing my clothes when I got here.

Which part? The sad eyes or the wrinkles?

[killerstyle]

The part that makes you want to give him anything he wants.

[fatalchoice]

Doesn't work on me.

He does smell like you, though.

[killerstyle]

You never killed me. That alone means something worked.

By which you mean he smells magnificent.

[fatalchoice]

If I'd done that, I would have had half the Capitol coming for my head. Killing them all would be too much work.

[So blasé.]

I've caught a whiff of you when you climb out of that ocean of yours. Wet dog is a great description for it.

[killerstyle]

Right, because of the two of us, you're the one who's never one to lose her head.

[Finnick that is so wrong on so many different levels WHAT IS YOUR SICK SENSE OF HUMOR--]

Wet dog is still better than rotting leaves.

[fatalchoice]

[The look she shoots him is sharp and bewildered. Clearly the timelines aren't matching up here but she brushes it off a second later and rolls her eyes.]

All that ocean air's scrambled your brains, Finnick. The forest smells damn better than anything soggy.