Characters: Zhang He and willing participants~ Content: Tea time to anyone who wants to hop in~. Setting: The deck, of course~/ Time: NINE IN THE Afternoon Warnings: Butterfly wings. There's no going back. NOT TOO GOOD. ( Once you click it's too late. )
The Dog had been sunning herself in a secluded corner of the deck - it was a perfect day for a lazy sunbathe, after all. From the corner of one half-closed eye, she watched Zhang He setting up.
At first she assumed the wings on his back were some sort of illusion from being viewed upside-down and squinting, but as they didn't seem to disappear after she blinked a few times, that was probably not the case. Very odd, even for the impression she'd already formed of Zhang He being...well, odd. Oh, she could grow wings herself if she felt like it, but that was when she wanted to fly somewhere, not sit in the sun and drink tea.
Once he seemed to have settled himself, she rolled over to get a better look - yes, definite gauzy wings. And he'd set up several chairs, too, was he waiting for someone? And were those two things connected? Curiosity combining with the fact that she was now more than comfortably hot - sunbathing in fur was only pleasant for so long - she rolled over and got to her feet, heading over to the quartermaster and looking up at him with a quizzical tilt of her head. "You seem to have developed some new appendages."
Hearing the voice he looked around a few times, blinking before spotting the dog. He remembered her! She was kind enough to help with the painting, which in his book made her likable. At the odd question he couldn't help but to laugh softly, shaking his head. "No, no. They're quite fake I assure you~. These beautiful things are merely accessories."
The Dog sat down on the deck, looking up at him, her gaze still rather bemused - more at what possible reason he could have for wearing the things, than at what they were.
"I suppose they are rather pretty. They don't work, then?"
"Of course not~. But they are beautiful enough to wear, right?" He smiles and poured one of the glasses with tea for her. There was no reason she couldn't have any after all.
She lifted a back paw to scratch at her ear, before answering. "Certainly, though I'd think they'd get caught on things?"
Her ears perked up at the sight of him pouring the tea. It might get a little messy trying to drink from a glass - saucers were always easier - but they were outdoors, it shouldn't be much of a problem. "Ooh, yes please!" she answered, with an appreciative wag of her tail.
"Should I place it on the ground for you or..." He was still confused as to how this dog worked, honestly.
"Once they did but it was a trick done on purpose whilst I was trying them on, as you can imagine." A small laugh and he shook his head. "But today is a bay for beauty!"
"That would be wonderful, thankyou," the Dog said, grinning and continuing to wag her tail. "I could get up on the chair and drink it from the table, but it would be awkward, and it looks rather undignified, too."
She didn't particularly care about dignity if it conflicted with comfort, but on a matter like this the two went hand-in-hand.
"It is a beautiful day," she hazarded, in response to Zhang He's last comment. She wasn't entirely sure what he meant by 'a day for beauty' - things were beautiful or not on any day - but it seemed like a safe enough comment.
She was quite willing to get on and enjoy it - and most of it did end up in her mouth, and she didn't quite knock the cup over...
"Mmm?" The Dog looked up from the task of dealing with the teacup at Zhang He's comment. "You know, a lot of people say that. I'm a bit of a special snowflake, I suppose?"
At first she assumed the wings on his back were some sort of illusion from being viewed upside-down and squinting, but as they didn't seem to disappear after she blinked a few times, that was probably not the case. Very odd, even for the impression she'd already formed of Zhang He being...well, odd. Oh, she could grow wings herself if she felt like it, but that was when she wanted to fly somewhere, not sit in the sun and drink tea.
Once he seemed to have settled himself, she rolled over to get a better look - yes, definite gauzy wings. And he'd set up several chairs, too, was he waiting for someone? And were those two things connected?
Curiosity combining with the fact that she was now more than comfortably hot - sunbathing in fur was only pleasant for so long - she rolled over and got to her feet, heading over to the quartermaster and looking up at him with a quizzical tilt of her head.
"You seem to have developed some new appendages."
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"I suppose they are rather pretty. They don't work, then?"
That was no fun at all.
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"Would you like some tea~?"
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Her ears perked up at the sight of him pouring the tea. It might get a little messy trying to drink from a glass - saucers were always easier - but they were outdoors, it shouldn't be much of a problem. "Ooh, yes please!" she answered, with an appreciative wag of her tail.
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"Once they did but it was a trick done on purpose whilst I was trying them on, as you can imagine." A small laugh and he shook his head. "But today is a bay for beauty!"
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She didn't particularly care about dignity if it conflicted with comfort, but on a matter like this the two went hand-in-hand.
"It is a beautiful day," she hazarded, in response to Zhang He's last comment. She wasn't entirely sure what he meant by 'a day for beauty' - things were beautiful or not on any day - but it seemed like a safe enough comment.
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Again he thought for a moment before sighing softly. "You know, in all honesty you're the first speaking animal I've met."
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"Mmm?" The Dog looked up from the task of dealing with the teacup at Zhang He's comment. "You know, a lot of people say that. I'm a bit of a special snowflake, I suppose?"
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"A special snowflake? I suppose I can see why they would~. Though the same can be said about me."
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