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[diastereomer]

[ Here's a shot of the Inception crew's backyard, covered in vibrant fingerprints of red and orange and yellow. Ruining an attempt at a pile (Yusuf has never been big on that thing called "manual labor" and the rake is a rather confusing lawn instrument ) is Pancake, of whom you must all be either thoroughly enamored or, at the very least, inundated with. From offscreen comes Yusuf's voice, ] I wonder how many of these are curse-modified stratum corneum...

[ aka ew Pancake u nasty ]

For what it's worth, I appreciate the seasons the City affords. Mombasa doesn't see a Fall season, so raking leaves and parsing out the heat function on the thermostat is still novel to me.

[ A pause, in which Pancake fails utterly to see himself as a hinderance to the raking process. ] Not sure what I'm supposed to do once they're all raked up, but I suppose we surmount one obstacle at a time...

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[ Guess who's leaning out the backdoor after seeing his post to the network. ]

You're supposed to put them into trash bags afterward.

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[ Yusuf makes a face, rake in hand and device set down by Pancake's rather useless leash. ]

Are you kidding?

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I'm afraid not.

[ Sorry Yusuf. ]

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But that's like.. going to yoga and smoking a cigarette after. [ Yusuf isn't the best at analogies, but that's enough to get his point across, right? ] Why waste the garbage bag?

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If you leave it out, the grass underneath rots.

I mean, you could see if Arthur wants to compost or something with it.

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Heaven forbid we ruin our Stepford lawn.

[ Pancake is seemingly trapped in the leaves, albeit happily trapped, leaves crunching under his paws. ] I like that idea better, less waste.

[ Also, less bending down to get the things into bags. ]

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It does look gross.

[ Pancake looks quiet pleased about the piles, though. It's adorable, and Ariadne steps out into the yard properly to take some pictures. ]

Arthur seems like a compost sort of person anyway. And if he doesn't want it, we can make Eames clean it up.

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[ Yusuf shrugs, not terribly bothered with the eventual state of the lawn, or even the piles of leaves for that matter, in the way of someone who's never really had to be bothered with such things before. ( That he may spend long enough here to become bothered by such things is... not something he thinks about. ) ]

You plan to twist his arm now do you?

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If it works, [ she replies, sounding rather chipper. ] Arthur'd probably be more pissed at him if the lawn started rotting anyway.

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Okay you have a fucking cute dog.

[diastereomer]

My cat begs to differ.

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That's such a cute ... weasel-dog?

[ Bear-dog? Gerbil-hound??? It looks like it could be a normal breed between two species, being that tiny and fluffy. Maybe. ]

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[diastereomer]

[ Forgive Yusuf, he's over here becoming the literal embodiment of LMAO. ]

His owner might object to him being called a weasel, but you wouldn't be entirely in the wrong.

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[ Yusuffff! ;; She feels so silly, welp. ]

Oh! I'm sorry, it's just that I thought he might be a regular blend. He's just a simple dog like all the rest in the city, then?

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Nothing to be sorry about, [ Yusuf flips the video back to where the corgi is happily wading in the leaves, like he's treading water. ] He certainly isn't holding it against you.

He's a corgi breed, but yes he is a fairly simple dog.

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He's adorable. [ Little doggy, why are your legs so pudgy and short a-ah. ♥ ] What's his name?

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Pancake, [ And here is a preemptive shaking of his head. ] Why, I cannot say.

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You're clearly trying to overdose me with cuteness. [ Chuckling. ] Did you adopt him here?

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[diastereomer]

It's all his nefarious plot to get more treats, I am an innocent bystander. [ This, at least, is entirely honest. Pancake didn't invent puppy eyes but he's got enough charm that he doesn't need that kind of originality. ]

Oh, no, actually, Pancake is my colleague's- well, actually, my friend's dog. He's just terribly jealous that I got to go outside.

[ Aaaaand for clarification: ] Pancake, not my friend.

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[ Covering up a laugh; nice save there, Yusuf. ]

A friend of mine has a polar-bear dog, but Naga's a lot bigger than Pancake there. He might also prove too handsome and break her heart.

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Would you like me to take over?

[ Note: he doesn't want to, but for his best frand... ]

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[ Shaking his head, his hold on the rake loose, Yusuf motions toward Pancake. ]

If you could extract your dog from my leaves?

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[ Eames looks at said dog contemplatively. First: ] He isn't my dog.

[ Second: ] He looks like he's having so much fun, Yusuf.

[diastereomer]

[ A look that says, essentially, yeah, okay, sure.

But he'll turn back to give Pancake a more scrutinizing look, the leaves crunching under his tiny paws. ] No... I think that may just be his face.

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[ He gives Pancake a good once-over. ]

He wouldn't be trying to ruin your work unless he was having some sort of fun, would he?