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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]

[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.