029. Black Dog

[icarustattoo]

[It's taken him longer than he'd thought, between people blowing shit up and world changes and evil guys needing to be socked in the face.

But finally, his Cool Guy Cabin is complete.

So, Brock's out in the woods on the front porch of this totally badass cabin of his, dictating into the journal.]

[Filtered from any jackass who might fuck up my

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[mc_blackheart]

[Guess who feels a little bad that she didn't help with the cabin like she said she would? I mean, he finished it before she moved back, but still. So Molotov comes tromping along with a six-pack.

But then.

Puppy.]

[icarustattoo]

[Why do you feel bad, Molotov? It's not like Brock basically built this whole thing on his own. Twice. Because you shot it up that one time.

No guilt needed!

But yes, this is a puppy -- who looks pretty darn pleased to see Molotov. Or maybe it's the beer. But either way, he is trotting up to her!]

[mc_blackheart]

[Hey, she didn't mean to shoot it up (it was mostly Alleyne destroying it anyway), and she really would have helped! Except she wasn't living in the castle. So shut up.

Molotov knits her brow when this dog comes up to her, and looks around for Brock.]

Go back to your owner now, dog.

[icarustattoo]

[Yeah, sure, whatever. I do not believe you, jerk.

The puppy sits down in front of Molotov and gives her a really flat look. For a dog. It's pretty impressive.]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov makes a face at the dog, then continues heading for the cabin.]

[icarustattoo]

[AND THE PUPPY FOLLOWS]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov enters the cabin doorway, then turns and shoos the puppy.]

Nyet!

[icarustattoo]

[No shooing, never shooing!

The puppy just growls and barks!! Rude!! I built this cabin, lady, you don't get to shoo me!]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov scowls. Scowls!!]

If you do not go away, I will kick you in your miserable little --

[And then she abruptly stops speaking. She's having some major deja vu here. There's a considerable pause before she smirks.]

Brock?

[icarustattoo]

[Oh my god, was Molotov going to kick this poor little puppy?! What a huge mega bitch! Oh my god, that is just horrible and

uh

hm.

If puppies can look hesitant and unsure, that is what this one is doing right now. On the one hand, if he lets her know this is him, she won't like ... kick him. On the other hand, Molotov is terrible and will surely use this for blackmail.

WHAT DO ...]

[mc_blackheart]

[Hey, the puppy was growling and barking, that is aggressive and Molotov would be perfectly within her rights to defend herself with kicks.

And haha, oh, well, she is already fairly certain that this is Brock. Because this has happened before, just in reverse.

She leans down and scoops up this dog, smirking widely now.]

Oh, Brock. Not so fun when it is you, huh?

[Have a belly scritch, pup.]

[icarustattoo]

[UH.

NO.

NO THANK YOU.

Wiggly growling puppy time is go!!]

[mc_blackheart]

[Belly scratches forever!

Molotov just keeps laughing, then holds the puppy up to eye-level, hands tight around his middle, to keep him from wiggling too much.]

Perhaps we will get you neutered. Keep you manageable.

[icarustattoo]

[oh .... god .... WIGGLING MORE ............. and also, upset puppy noises! Growls and whines oh no!!]

[mc_blackheart]

[With a snort, Molotov clutches the puppy to her chest, then takes the beer and walks into the cabin. She sits on a sofa, and places this little Brock dog on her lap, looking at his tag.]

Hm, I will have to put my name on your tag, so that people know who you belong to.

[icarustattoo]

[OFFENDED BARK.]