Jul 28, 2004 18:50
*Enter a dog. Four paws, german-shepardish, collar. He looks around a bit, then coughs*
Excuse me? Anyone seen a girl? She's got mis-matched eyes, and usually butterflies. Or mice. Or something.
*He sounds a mite aggravated*
snow white,
desire,
methos,
del,
death,
matthew the raven
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*he licks her face*
You ran off! Don't do that!
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*thumpthumpthump*
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I wIlL nOt dO tHaT AgAin. Um. UnLESs I dO. AnD, oh! Um. ThErE iS a MiStEr DoGgIe BaRtEndEr mAn HerE! Do YoU kNoW hIm? CaUsE I kNeW hIm BeFoRe! I dID!
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The bartender is a dog? Heh. That's nice to know. He's one of yours?
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*he gives her a confused but accepting look. She's hard to understand sometimes*
Okay. So he used to be a visitor. Lots of people visit you sometimes then go away, don't they?
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LoTs jUsT LeAvE. LoTs aNd LoTs aNd LoTs.
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*he licks at her hands and face again, trying to cheer her up*
Hey, do you want a drink, Del? Why don't you get a drink? You do lots of good things too, you know.
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I LiKe dOiNg gOoD tHiNgS. I dO.
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*he licks his chops hopefully*
I won't leave you, Del. Watching you is pretty much what I do.
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GoOd. ThAt iS GoOd. BeCaUsE. I wOuLd MiSs YoU. *nods firmly*
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*he says, and licks her face again*
I'd miss you too. Nobody else feeds me.
*because he's still a dog, and the steak Death got him was a whole fifteen minutes ago*
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*giggles* I rEmeMbEr tO fEeD yOu a LoT, tOo!
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*he looks at the spoon, then sits down and waits for her to finish as much of the ice cream as she wants. No thumbs, remember?*
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