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[shotofdumbidea]

There are dalmatian puppies following me around. They won't go away, and more keep showing up, and they are ninjas, because they keep finding me even when I lock them out. At last count, there are fifteen, and the temptation to drown them all in the lake is growing pretty damn fast.

Please tell me they belong to someone who will take them away.

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[darkgathersin]

Puppypuppypuppy!! Words, Want. Puppies. Keepkeepkeep. one? Two? Puppypuppypuppy

One? Please?

[shotofdumbidea]

Sure. You can have as many as you want.

Where do you live? I'm in the Tower, and I'd rather not wander around town being trailed by puppies...

[darkgathersin]

Yesyesyes. Towers. Home. In the Tower. DustyDustyDusty.

[shotofdumbidea]

...right.

I'm going to go sit in the common room nearest the kitchens. You can probably follow the sound of the barking to find me.

[darkgathersin]

Kitchenkitchen. Tables. Uder one. Find you? I'll find you. Promisepromisepromise.

[And he will, wandering into the common room where Georgia is. He looks sick, his eyes glazed over and skin pale. One coudl probably mistake him for a Pol if they didn't know any better.

Then he sees the puppies and crouches down at the doorway, smiling wide and watching them with curious eyes.] Puppypuppypuppy. Swetsoftdogs. Warmgoodthings.

[He looks at Georgia] Why? Gone? Make them go, have them leave?

[shotofdumbidea]

[ Georgia looks up from her laptop as he enters, and raises an eyebrow. Oh great. He's crazy. But he doesn't seem dangerous, and chances are any puppies he wants will be better off with him than with someone who can't stand the little things.

She sighs, nudging a pair of puppies off the couch next to her and onto the floor. ] I'm just not a dog person. At all. I'm sure they're perfectly good puppies if you like them, but I don't.

[darkgathersin]

[He holds out a hand for any curious puppies, studying them closely and picking up one that gets close.[ Goodgoodgood. Softsoftsoft. Like them, like how they feel under my hands. Warm, flesh. Safesafesafe.

[He looks up at Georgia and smiles] Thankyouthankyouthankyou.

[shotofdumbidea]

[ The puppy wiggles happily and tries to lick Theta's face as he picks it up.

Georgia gives Theta a tight smile in return, one that doesn't show her teeth, and isn't much more than polite.] Don't mention it. Thanks for taking one. [ One down, fourteen to go. For now... ]