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Sheepdog!Danny is under a table gnawing on a tennis ball while Dobie!Nicholas is curled up nearby. They'd both noticed the sudden decrease of animals in the bar, and figured that it was only a matter of time before it was their turn to change. It's just that they didn't know when. They weren't going to risk being caught off-guard, though, as they'd heard the shrieks of embarrassment quite clearly.
So, nom nom nom, goes Danny the sheepdog on his tennis ball, when he suddenly picks up his head. He feels something. He feels something funny. Fuzzy eyebrows twitching, he looks pointedly at Nicholas.
"Uh oh," he whuffs.
With a great canine leap, possibly occurring in slow motion, but without the firing of dual-fisted guns, Danny springs toward the Bar.
"Robe, please!"
P W R O M
Danny lands heavily on his shoulder, rolling himself up in the dark blue bathrobe as he takes a tumble that's as choreographed as an action movie sequence. Because that's just how he works, mofos.
"Helluva draft in here!" Danny gets to his feet and ties the robe close around him. On the bartop is his police uniform, which looks like it's been laundered, along with his aviators, two-way radio, notepad, cuffs, and hittin' stick. "Aw, Bar, well ain't you a sweet'eart."
So, nom nom nom, goes Danny the sheepdog on his tennis ball, when he suddenly picks up his head. He feels something. He feels something funny. Fuzzy eyebrows twitching, he looks pointedly at Nicholas.
"Uh oh," he whuffs.
With a great canine leap, possibly occurring in slow motion, but without the firing of dual-fisted guns, Danny springs toward the Bar.
"Robe, please!"
P W R O M
Danny lands heavily on his shoulder, rolling himself up in the dark blue bathrobe as he takes a tumble that's as choreographed as an action movie sequence. Because that's just how he works, mofos.
"Helluva draft in here!" Danny gets to his feet and ties the robe close around him. On the bartop is his police uniform, which looks like it's been laundered, along with his aviators, two-way radio, notepad, cuffs, and hittin' stick. "Aw, Bar, well ain't you a sweet'eart."