[ 90th consult | video / action ]

[dr_conscience]

[The device is clearly on the floor. And based on the overwhelming clunking, chomping, slobbering noises, it's under assault by one of today's lucky cursed.

It's dropped when a gray tabby kitten - an older kitten, nearly a cat - walks into view. (Eartha, for anyone who'd be able to identify Wilson's cats.) Then, the device is abandoned entirely and the assailant, a chocolate lab, barks and barrels off after the kitten, out of the kitchen and out of view.

Who, of course runs. She's bold, but she's not that bold.

After a few moments, the video times out and ends.]


[ooc: Open to action in the apartment... you know, if you happen to be House. Also open to action out and about in the City, where he'll wind up eventually. AND BACKDATED TO A LOT EARLIER. Tags will come from curse journal ♥]

Comments

[beyourarmy]

Whoa, damn.

Good thing I have some more. You want another one? [Holds another out.]

[woofson]

[Head back up, that tail-wagging picks up speed and he pants happily. Yes. Yes he would like that.

He extends his nose to touch the proffered biscuit lightly.]

[beyourarmy]

How much of you is still in human in there, huh?

[Thinking about tossing it, lifts it up - but no.... That's kinda mean. Sets down on the ground.]

[woofson]

[There's... really next to no human left here, honestly.

Which may be evidenced by how his eyes and head eagerly follow the biscuit as it's lifted up, and the fervor with which he descends upon it - again.

These biscuits make him very happy.]

[beyourarmy]

I hope you're not an actual dog....

[He intended the biscuits for the human-turned-dogs. Real dogs shouldn't be fed too much people food. But oh well! He's skinny. It can't hurt.]

[woofson]

[Wagging his tail, he barks happily at Setsuna. He is very pleased... and shows it by extending his muzzle to lick his hand because biscuits yay thank you.]

[beyourarmy]

[Laughs and pets.]

At least you're easy to please. [Gives another biscuit.]