WHO: Bolt and Red Queen
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Monday
SUMMARY: Bolt goes off in the hunt for food, but this time the 'dog face' doesn't seem to pass as acceptable currency.
WARNINGS: derp
FORMAT: Para for start
Bolt had arrived at Central Park in short order, and his nose had done the rest. His senses still just as sharp even when he appeared human, Bolt had followed the scent of a hot dog vendor. He watched as people handed over the money they pulled from pockets, and he searched his, finding them empty.
A child begged for food at their mother's knees, and he remembered watching Penny get treats in a similar manner. Walking over to the vendor, he put on the best 'dog face' he could without having his large ears to help. The vendor just looked at him, then at the dog tags and collar.
"Get outta here you bum! No one gets nuttin' for free!" Bolt blinked, before letting his shoulders slump as his nose led him off again. This time, he smelled something sweet, and the scent of refrigeration caught his attention.