( voice. )

[archivy]

I think I would have liked to be a dog, for the day. [ Just that. It comes out a little wistful. Being an animal would mean none of the responsibility. And she likes animals. She probably would have been a very cute dog, too. ]


[ ooc; feel free to catch her around town, too. she might be going for ice cream later, to see if she can spy any cute puppies ;; ]

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[archivy]

[ Ivy is supposed to stay distant, but she really, really likes cute animals and emotional attachment to puppies or kittens is less damaging than emotional attachment to humans.

So she's smiling down at the dog, crouching down and holding out a hand. ] Hello.

[candothat]

[The puppy's stumpy tail wags enough to shake his whole body. Chekov gives Ivy's hand a preliminary sniff (perhaps the curse has affected his mind a little) before... well, putting a paw on her hand for a handshake.]

[archivy]

[ Oh. You're adorable. The smile turns into a beam. ] You're very cute.

[candothat]

[That's much less offensive when one is a puppy and not a respectable officer of Starfleet.

He turns in a circle before looking up at her imploringly, head tilted.]

[archivy]

Did you want anything?

[candothat]

[Oh dear. Chekov has never been good at pantomime, even as a human. He whimpers and picks up a nearby stick, gnawing at it. That conveys hunger, right? How do normal dogs ask for food?]

[archivy]

[ Thinking for a moment. ] Either you want to play fetch, or you must be hungry.

Are you hungry?

[candothat]

[The correct answer makes his ears perk up. He barks--a small, squeaky sound--and does a little turn in-place.]

[archivy]

Do you want dog food, or human food?

[candothat]

[It doesn't really matter as long as it's edible. Unable to convey this, he sits and gives Ivy an imploring look.]

[archivy]

Well. You cannot eat ice cream. [ She starts walking, confident that the dog/whoever-it-is will follow. ]

[candothat]

[And the dog does indeed follow, bounding along and occasionally pausing to sniff things like a perfectly normal puppy.]

[archivy]

[ She doesn't go very far, just to the next store. ]

You will need to wait outside.

[candothat]

[He whines, but sits obediently. No thumbs and no stores--two bad things about being a dog.]

[archivy]

[ At least she isn't gone for very long, and she's bought some dog food and a bowl for him. ]

[candothat]

[Although dog food isn't the most appetizing thing he has ever smelled, Chekov has eaten things that smelled worse. He comes as close to smiling as ever a dog has.]

[archivy]

[ More than anything, dog food is quick: She can set the bowl down and pour the food in almost immediately. ] There you go.

[candothat]

[He performs one more excited turn before proceeding to eat the dog food as quickly as possible, tail wagging uncontrollably.]

[archivy]

[ She watches, crouched by his side. He really is very cute. ]

[candothat]

[Hunger satisfied, the puppy turns his attention back to Ivy. Chekov doesn't know how dogs are meant to say thank you, never having been around one for long. A very large and very cursed part of him thinks that jumping on the girl and licking her would be the best means of conveying gratitude, but that hardly sounds polite.]

[archivy]

[ She would probably be okay with that, though. In the meantime, she collects the bowl again, the rest of the dog food. ]

Do you want to go to the park?

[candothat]

[He leaps up, tail resuming its enthusiastic wagging.

That would be a yes.]

[archivy]

[ Giving a decisive nod. ] I will get ice cream on the way.

[ and she strides off towards the park. ]