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[earnestaaron]

Date: January 2006
Characters: Joey Holmberg, Aaron Ernst
Summary: Aaron and Joey randomly meet.. in the park. Yeah Izzi and I have allergies and can't sleep ignore the CRACK (because that so gives Jordan and I an excuse for all the previous offenses....) Here. Aaron=crack. Joey=ridiculous. This thread=ridiculous crack. Savvy?
Status: Complete.

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[electro_joe]

Joey darted down the street, trying not to bump into people trying to ignore the spark of panic accomanying the thought of losing Ginger. Then he spotted her. Barking at some huge guy.

"Aw, damn it, Ginger," he grumbled lowering his pace a little and hoping whoever the guy was he wouldn't kick his ass.

Wait. He'd seen this guy before. In that paper Max was shoving at his face. Some super model's brother or something. Who'd been outed. Joey grimaced and finally caught up, ducking down to pull Gingersnap away.

"Ow! Calm down, Ginger," he hissed at her, wincing at the clawed paw in his chest. "What's your deal?"

He glanced over at the man and winced again. "Sorry about that."

[earnestaaron]

"Uh, no. It's okay." He ran his hand back through his hair, only thinking that the dog's presence was fucking unsettling. "Is that thing.. okay? Did you get her rabies shots?"

Because you're so a vet now.

[electro_joe]

"Yeah, like a coupla weeks ago," he told the guy, with another apologetic smile.

Gingersnap growled. He shot her a look. She squirmed, clearly trying to go after the again and after another sharp poke to his ribs some of his frustration seeped through his palms, Ginger's fur rising up with static.

She let out a noise and he rolled his eyes at her. Serves you right, going after random celebrities.

Then realized the guy was right there and winced. Oops.

"Um. Yeah, so sorry about that. I don't know what got her riled up."

[earnestaaron]

"Yeah, well.. keep her on a leash maybe."

He made a face--he really did hate small creatures. But then he noticed something really fucking strange. The kid held the dog a little closer and she yelped out in pain--not really so strange, he supposed, but he could sense the vague static charge. Had he just accidentally shocked her maybe? Did it really matter? He should be leaving now.

[electro_joe]

"I did have her on a leash," he grumbled back. "She just ran off. You're not--I mean, never mind."

Yeah, accusing the guy of having drugs on him (even if he was a celebrity) might not be the best idea in the world.

The ball of fur in his arms tried to break loose again and he ran a hand down her back in an attempt to soothe, wincing at crackles that caused. He should really just get going. Why was he still standing there?