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[scorching_black]

There is a very dejected-looking dog, stretched out in the grass of a park somewhere in Chicago with his head on his paws. Sirius has started to come to terms with the fact that he's not getting back to his world anytime soon, if ever, and the depression is starting to set in; he misses his friends, and he's worried about them

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[theshameofcain]

Bambi's in the park, like Bambi do when she needs a smoke and a chance to get away from the shop and the dark basement and her fucking bosses. She has a cigarette in hand and a little book of poetry and is just sort of walking along, somehow managing to avoid running into anything.

She glances up long enough to notice the sad dog and, well, she's not a total heartless bitch (as much as an angel can be heartless).

She puts out her cigarette on the sidewalk and strolls over to the dog, kneeling down in front of him to give him a good scritch on the ears. "Hey there, pooch. You havin' a rotten time of things?"

[scorching_black]

Sirius likes scritches!

Truth be told, he likes them regardless of what form he's in, though he's always felt a little sleazy getting petted by people who think he's really a dog when he's....really not. Still, that's not gonna stop him from leaning into the scritches and making a soft, cooing sort of 'WOE IS ME KEEP PETTING PLS' noise.

[theshameofcain]

Bambi actually smiles a little and yeah, she'd probably kick him to the curb if she ever found out she was petting a shapeshifter- she'd know if he was shapeshifter from her 'verse, but as he isn't, she's only getting off 'big, cute dog vibes.'

"Your people go and leave you all alone, big guy?" She asks, continuing the scritching. She can be a sweetheart to things that she doesn't think are people!

[scorching_black]

Sirius leans into her hand, torn between knowing he should 'fess up and being somewhat afraid that she'll hurt him if she finds out.

He's met angels and teenaged girls in this world. So far, there is NOTHING BUT DANGER.

[imtheinspiratio]

Skye's walking by the park, on the way home from one of his "real" jobs, loading boxes off of delivery trucks, when he notices the big dog laying down, alone. A stray? He's seen plenty of those around here, that's for sure.

He approaches the dog carefully, in case it's not friendly, but the sorrowful look on its face makes him think he couldn't be dangerous. When he's close, he leans over and begins to pet him. "Hey there, doggy. Are you lost?" he asks. He glances at his neck for a moment to see if there's a collar. "No tags. You're lucky someone doesn't get a hair across their ass and call animal control."

[scorching_black]

Sirius makes a mental note to get 'tags,' whatever those are, because 'animal control' does not sound like his idea of a good time.

Bloody Muggles.

Also in the category of 'bloody Muggles' falls the fact that it's not safe for him to change back just yet; he pants obligingly up at the young (and cute, he notices; at least as cute as somebody can be to an animal that can't see color) man. The tongue is lolling, the tail is wagging, and Sirius is practically exuding waves of 'harmless.'

[imtheinspiratio]

Skye chuckles a little when the dog begins to pant up at him. "No, you couldn't hurt a flea, could you boy?" he asks. He backs away for a moment, opening his messenger bag to see if he had any of his lunch remaining to feed the dog, but found that it was long gone.

"Hmm...thought I had some food for you..." he mutters. He looks around, his eyes alighting on a roach coach. "You wait right here. I'm kinda hungry myself, so it'll be my treat this time, okay?" He winks, as if he thinks the dog will understand the joke, and runs over to the food vendor to get them some food.

[scorching_black]

There are limits to what Sirius is willing to do, and getting some random person to buy him food exceeds those limits.

Ergo, he steps around behind the back of a nearby tree, out of sight of prying eyes, and changes back, then sits down to wait.