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[misanthrope_md]

House was outside the compound playing with his dog.

Okay, not so much playing as much as tolerating his presence and working on his left-handed pitching skills. Of course, the shitty thing about throwing a ball to a dog is that the dog often brings it back to you, at which point the ball is covered in dog slobber. And House was pretty sure at

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[skybot_snd]

The T-1000 stilled the moment he saw the animal advancing towards him, and prepared for a confrontation. His instinct was to form a counter-attack, but he belatedly realized that terminating somebody's dog would likely conflict with his duty as a police officer, so he found himself stepping sideways and turning sharply at the precise moment the dog charged - while the animal missed its original objective, it still connected, knocking the T-1000 a step back.

He kept motionless for a long moment.

His sunglasses now lay on the ground. Undamaged, but on the ground.

Slowly, very slowly, the T-1000 turned to the human in charge of the dog, jaw clenched tightly.

[misanthrope_md]

Padfoot barked cheerfully and House glanced up. Huh. That was one scary looking dude.

Padfoot nosed at the sunglasses, probably trying to figure out what they were, or trying to put them on.

"Nice paw prints," House said dryly, eyeing the guy's pants.

[skybot_snd]

"Thanks," the T-1000 replied coolly, experiencing acute frustration at his inability to translate his irritation into physical action.

If the human had seen the Terminator movie, he could at least intimidate him and draw some satisfaction from that, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do to become recognizable. Waggle his finger, maybe. Or turn his hand into a long blade and impale the man. The latter was unfortunately not an option at the moment, and the former seemed... tacky, somehow.

He didn't care about temporary damage done his pants. The box would give him new ones. He cared about his sunglasses.

And the dog was currently inspecting them. The T-1000 drew a long breath through his nose. "Tell it not to damage my sunglasses," he instructed the human firmly.

[misanthrope_md]

House snorted. "Tell him yourself. Or better yet, bend over and pick them up."

Duh.

[outlawrobin]

Robin ducks to one side and the further distracts the animal by surrendering one of the island fowl, he's shot and butchered and is taken to the compound. Because he doesnt want to get dog hair on the others - or mud. "I meant that for the kitchen," he commented as the dog started on it. "But I suppose it is being well appreciated."

[misanthrope_md]

House scrunched up his nose as Padfoot dug into the raw meat. "That's disgusting, you dumb dog," he muttered. "I hope you get salmonella."

[outlawrobin]

Robin blinked at the comment, "what do you feed your dog if not meat," he asked. "That was freshly shot this morning."

[misanthrope_md]

"Table scraps," said House, "and I don't know about you, but my scraps are cooked." Still, Padfoot seemed to be enjoying himself. Great, just what House wanted to cultivate in his housepet - a taste for flesh.

[dr_robchase]

Chase let out a groan of frustration and pushed the dog off him. "Quit it, Fucker," he muttered, not exactly used to (or very fond of) the name-change, seeing as he'd known that dog as Sirius' and had liked it when it'd been Sirius'. He kept walking until he was by House. "What happened? With you and Jack? I keep hearing rumours and I'm pissed on your behalf, but I want to know the full story."

[misanthrope_md]

House looked up, an expression of utter confusion on his face. "Wha?"

[dr_robchase]

"You and Jack. Apparently, there's something up?" Chase asked, swatting down Fucker again. "Or something's not going on? I have no idea. It's why I'm asking."

[misanthrope_md]

"There's been rumors about me and Jack?" House got tense for a second, but then glanced down at the brace on his hand. "Oh. You know, it's kind of funny how people's minds go straight to domestic violence when they see this thing."

[captainjack]

Jack didn't need to say a word. Padfoot ran to him and circled, then fell in beside him. They both walked back to House and Jack smiled at him warmly.

"Sit," he said firmly, and the dog obeyed. Jack joined House on the ground, leaning back on his elbows. "I was wondering where you were at."

[misanthrope_md]

"Where you were," House corrected. "I've been playing fetch, as you can see by the the fact that I'm covered in mud and dog slobber."

[captainjack]

"I like it when you're dirty," Jack grinned, leaning into him, shoulder to shoulder. "You know, I'm going to have to give him a bath now." Not that the dog seemed to mind it.

[misanthrope_md]

"Better you than me. I hate the smell of wet dog." House turned his head and kissed him chastely.

[wizard_alive]

Nita stepped back about a foot as she braced herself for the dog, her face lighting up as Ponch (Oh, Ponch), went bounding forward into the mud. He was ridiculously excited, even as Nita crouched to scratch the dog that was jumping at her, even if she was getting covered in mud.

She recognized Dr. House from her extended stay in the clinic after Halloween, but she'd never actually spoken to him. She didn't actually remember that he'd been her admitting doctor - she didn't remember all that much after Inertia knocked her out the second time.

"Is he yours?"

[misanthrope_md]

"More or less," House admitted, watching Padfoot warily. "I sort of inherited him."

[wizard_alive]

Nita's brows rose. "You and me both, then." She looked at the two dogs, Ponch finally getting Padfoot's attention. "Ponch wasn't mine, to start with."

Or at all.

But that was something else, entirely.