[accidental video] - just after midnight

[rudeandginger]

[The video turns on as a device is dropped to the ground with a lurch. A great deal of barking is heard before the video clears. A very orange dog is barking up a storm, alternating with jumping back and growling. He's standing next to the TARDIS, and jumping up on his hind legs to clammer at the door with his claws. He eventually gives up, whimpering as he stands back.

Oh. Just great.]









[ooc: Turlough is a pharaoh hound today! Action outside the TARDIS, or around town once Turlough decides to give up and go for a walk.]

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[wouldnotkindly]

Hey, whoa— [Jack doesn't recognize him yet, unfortunately. But the whining is still a concern.] Something wrong?

[rudeandginger]

[He barks, pawing at Jack's chest. Come on, who else do you know is this ginger and gangly?]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Careful, Turlough, or you'll ruin the cable-knit with those doggy claws. Not that Jack is particularly concerned with it at the moment, of course; his first response is to scritch behind the dog's ears, but after he thinks for a moment...]

Uh... You're not a cursed dog, are you? [Not that he's sure how he can tell the answer, but there's no harm in asking.]

[rudeandginger]

[He nods his head, letting out a soft 'arooo' noise. It's the closest he can manage to a yes.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He needs a moment to think after that.]

... Turlough?

[rudeandginger]

[Finally. Jeez. He barks in return, scrambling up his chest a little more.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He'll take that as a yes. He's more than a little surprised by the revelation, but not so much that he doesn't kneel down to keep Turlough from scratching up his chest.]

Jeez... [He's more concerned than he was before, but he scritches behind his ears again regardless.] How long have you running around like this?

[rudeandginger]

[He gets the closest a dog can manage at a raised eyebrow. How the hell is he supposed to answer that?

His dog instincts are also taking over slightly, which results in him pushing his nose against Jack's chest and neck, smelling him out tentatively.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Okay, so maybe that wasn't the smartest question he could've asked. But before that can fully occur to him, Turlough is nosing into him and Jack can't help but laugh a little. He pets him with both hands now, somewhat aware that Turlough might begrudge him for this later but unable to help himself for now.]

Have you eaten yet today?

[rudeandginger]

[He shakes his head, nosing at Jack's hands now. He is still aware enough that he supposed he should be embarrassed by this, but Jack's hands feel nice on him and his tail wags on its own.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[You're much more adorable when you can't snark at him, Turlough. He's still grinning when he scritches his ears again and gets back to his feet.]

We'd better change that, huh?

[rudeandginger]

[He barks again. Finally someone around here has some sense. He follows close to Jack, leaning into his legs as they head back.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Awwww. Definitely more adorable. At least he didn't need to bring a leash with him.

Anyway, he's headed straight home now. He doesn't know if he has any food in his apartment that would really be suitable for a dog, but he's sure he can figure something out.]

[rudeandginger]

[He's not fussy, even in dog form. He scratches at the front door once they reach it. God, being a dog makes him feel helpless and he doesn't like it.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Don't worry, Jack takes care of the door before too long. He doesn't waste much time before heading for the kitchen, either, and opens up the fridge to start rooting through it.]

Too bad I don't have any dog food handy... [He glances down at Turlough.] Or maybe that's a good thing.

[rudeandginger]

[He growls and pokes him in the leg with his nose. He is so not eating dog food, no matter what shape he's in.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He can't help but laugh again.] I know, I know. [Here, he has some lunchmeat as a peace offering.]

[rudeandginger]

[Yay meat! He falls on his with much happy snarling and gulping happily. It's gone in a few seconds, and he looks back up with a whine.]

[wouldnotkindly]

Don't worry, there's more where that came from. [See, he has even more, as much as he likes. As long as Turlough doesn't mind eating out of his hand, anyway.]

[rudeandginger]

[That's a little undignified. But it is over-powered by FOOD. Don't mind if your hand gets slobbered on.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He doesn't mind at all; in fact, it makes him laugh again. Either it's his doggy bias at work, or Turlough really is much more precious as a dog.]

Had enough yet?

[rudeandginger]

[Are you serious? That was hardly a meal. AND he hasn't eaten all day.]

[wouldnotkindly]

All right, all right...

[Back to the fridge, then. He really doesn't know if anything in here would be suitable to feed a dog.]

What do you think? [Here, he'll hold the door open for him.]

[rudeandginger]

[He noses past time to look. God, you need to go shopping, Jack. At least there's a box of eggs he can poke at.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Hey, it's not his fault you keep eating all of his food. Anyway...]

Eggs? [He takes the carton out of the fridge and eyes Turlough.] Really?