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[noscaredkid]

Jack, like a good many patrons of Milliways, is currently scrambling for a way to pay off her sizeable tab. She's tried stealing (Security didn't like that), she's tried finding work (not a lot of the jobs being offered involve beating things to death), and she's tried just plain haggling her way out of her debt (you can imagine how well that

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[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy...strolls over. As she's wearing her flightsuit, she's also wearing her handgun. Not to mention that after over eleven years in the Marines, she...well, she walks like a Marine.

She also fails to look impressed.

"He yours to sell?"

[good_dug]

Dug bounces up at Trudy, sitting back almost instantly because Jack gave him Instructions and he is a good dog who will follow these Instructions!

That doesn't stop him from panting at her with a big doggy grin on his face. "Hello! This is Jack! She is selling me! She has pictures on her skin!"

[noscaredkid]

Jack's quite wary of this newcomer, seeing as she doesn't like it when people immediately ask the most annoying question possible.

"Course he is," she replies, carefully keeping any hostility out of her voice. "He's a great dog, and he's mine. Or he is for now."

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy can be like that. When she's not trying to buy whatever it is being sold, anyway.

"Hey, honey," she says to Dug, taking a step closer and offering him her hand. She's watching Jack more than than Dug, though. "This true, puppy? Is she your master?"

Oh, look. Language fallacy!

[good_dug]

Dug hesitates before answering. Mostly because he's involved in thoroughly washing her hand, but also because he is trying to remember exactly what he is supposed to say.

Which means that when he does speak, it sounds like it's coming directly off a script. Poor Dug is not the world's best actor.

"This is Jack. She is my master."

A pause.

"Did you see her pictures? They got there with needles! I have never seen pictures like that before!"

[noscaredkid]

Jack has tried (and failed) to make Dug a good actor, so she's just relying on his awkward manner of speech to cover up the fact that he's simply repeating her words.

"I am his owner," Jack states again. "He's a big doofus, but he's loveable as all hell. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but I figure somebody else will be able to give him a proper home, ya know?"

Thankfully, Jack is a pretty good actor.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Yeah, yeah, I know. How many other dogs you sellin'?"

[good_dug]

OH OH HE KNOWS THE ANSWER TO THIS ONE DUG KNOWS THE ANSWER TO THIS ONE.

"I am the only one! The only talking dog! I am rare and valuable!" This part actually seems genuine, despite the fact that Jack coached him to say it. Probably because script or not, they are words of PRAISE.

[noscaredkid]

Words of praise indeed.

"Like the sign says-" Tap tap tap. "-only one of his kind. That I know of, anyways. Place like this, maybe there IS another cute talking dog, but I'll bet he's nowhere near as cute as Dug."

Trudy doesn't seem like a very interested customer. Jack is displeased, but not out of hope yet.

"You a dog person?"

[hallelujahpilot]

Dug...gets a pat. Trudy's a professional, damnit, she knows how to keep a straight face. And Jack...Jack's looking too much like the kids Trudy knew on the streets to have a dog as well fed as Dug.

"Yeah, I am, actually. Where'd you get him? And that fancy collar of his?"

[good_dug]

Dug isn't interested in this straight face business. Trudy is usually awesome! She pets him and snuggles him and feeds him! Just a plain pat is definitely not good enough.

So he sprawls down in front of her, tummy skyward, paws paddling at the air as he waits for her to scritch him some more, chattering aimlessly. "My master made the collar! He is a-"

Yep, that's Jack's hand on the 'off' button for the collar. Dug hasn't noticed yet, still cheerfully narrating in his head.

[noscaredkid]

It's not easy to make her actions look any less guilty than they are, but Jack sure as hell isn't going to stop trying anyways.

"I found him in my world," she replies, answering Trudy's question carefully. "Knew the guy who used to own him, kindof a nut. Made this collar for Dug before he passes away, and I felt so bad for Dug that I brought him here. I've been feeding him by putting it all on my tab, but it looks like that's not going to cut it no more."