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[bye_to_yer_head]

At the PetstoreBLU, now that he's gone into business with Miss Pauling, actually has some spending money, and for a change he's not going to spend it on alcohol or bullets or any of the finer necessities. He's at the petstore with Tipsy the crocadog and Rika the black lab puppy. Both of them are sitting in the cart as he pushes it around the store

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[drummerhedgehog]

[BLU's not the only one with a pet at the park. One toss puts the Spy plush at the feet of a tin minged creature that picks it up and snuggles it.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*The puppy trots up to where the plush landed, and then whimpers in confusion as something else picks it up. She barks a few times before sitting down and tilting her head.*

[drummerhedgehog]

[The chao holding the toy lookd at the puppy and then the little ball above its head turns into a heart.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Rika approached cautiously, sniffing at the thing, her tail wagging slightly.*

Oi! Rika? Where'd ya get off to?

[2oiitgoe2]

[Psii had been doing quite a bit of exploration after he destroyed quite a chunk of Paradise, mostly as a way to avoid all of the other trolls in the city, but also because it was vastly different than any other city he had scene.

He's intrigued by the pet store, staring at all of the odd, bizarrely mammalian animals. What was the purpose of this store? Was it for people who couldn't hunt?

He spots Sniper standing in front of a bunch of weird looking bag, and he clears his throat.]

Eckthcuthe me? What ith the purpothe of thith thtore?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Oh hey, it's that guy with too many teeth.*

You don't look as fishy as th' other one.

*That's Sniper for Hello.*

It's a pet store mate. Never had a pet?

[2oiitgoe2]

[Excuse you, he has a normal number of teeth. They are just large. He shoots a confused look at Sniper, before he makes a soft, chirping noise of understanding.]

I'm not a theadweller.

[He shrugs, glancing around at the plethora of fluffy animals.]

What'th a pet? Ith it for food?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*If you say so.*

Ah. That'd explain it then. A pet is ... Hn. Kind of a hard concept t' explain. But ya don't eat 'em. They're fer company mostly. 'Cept mine help me when I'm out huntin'.