[ 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 ♥]

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Action, later in the City~!

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna loves this curse! And now he sees a chocolate Labrador with a cute face. Of course, he pulls out one of the biscuits he's been carrying around. An actual bread one.]

Hey, doggie! You want one?

action;;;

[vicodincrutch]

.......

[All he can do is just...watch because it isn't processing right still. There is reason to believe that this is indeed his roommate.

Or a clever ruse.]

You're still here?

action;;;

[woofson]

[The dog stops in his pursuit and looks up at House, with a tilt of the head and slightly perked ears when he speaks.

Sure, it was Wilson, but there's not much of him left there.

He barks in response.]

Action, later in the City~!

[woofson]

[The Lab sees that biscuit and, responding to the tone, plods eagerly over to Setsuna, his tongue hanging out of his doggy smile as he stops just shy of the biscuit.

He doesn't take it himself, but he sits and waits to be given the biscuit. He's a good dog.]

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna's completely pleased by this and sets the biscuit down in front of him.]

Aw, good boy! That's all yours.

action;;;

[vicodincrutch]

No. Stop.

[In the same tone he'd ask anybody. He looks around the kitchen. Huh. No roommate.]

You're scaring the girls.

[Cats. Both of them. Like he cares. Humph. Okay mutt. House can't ignore you, not really.]

I didn't invite you in.

[And it isn't a good idea to let him out. Sigh.]

action;;;

[woofson]

[Staring up for a long moment and looking somewhat perplexed, he whines slightly.

Then he trods back over to the chewed upon device and picks that up again.

He comes back and presents it. Perhaps you would like some? Or you could throw it and he'd bring it back! That would be fun and also sounds like an excellent idea.]

[woofson]

[He stops to give a happy bark in response, before he lowers his head and tears right into that biscuit. He'll have it taken care of in no time, tail wagging away as he devours it.]

[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.]