[oom; new york, 1958: sally's pet emporium]

[father_sky]

"You don't look like a Sally," Ouranos says, tapping his foot impatiently as he looks at the man behind the counter.

Three pet stores in four hours and Paul is still puppyless. Please forgive the god if he's had his fill of stupid salesmen today.

"No, I'm Tom, hi --" replies the man with the bowtie, holding his hand out to Ouranos. "I'm Sally's

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[shecalledmefred]

Under my breath, "You don't have to be so short with him."

[father_sky]

"You don't see me flaunting my credentials everywhere we go," Ouranos mutters. "Hi, I'm the sky, look at me, I'm so awesome, buy dogs from me --"

Tom glances over his shoulder at the pair, brows furrowed.

Ouranos shoots him a look, and he quickly turns back around. Within a second he's leading them into a giant room full of puppies in large cages, all yapping because OMG PEOPLE!

"Here we are," Tom says, stepping aside. "If you want me to let one of them out to play, just let me know."

[shecalledmefred]

Before Ouranos has a chance to speak, "Thank you, Tom. If we need something, we'll let you know."

[father_sky]

Tom gets a very tiny, very forced smile.

Then, to Paul: "I really hope you find one this time."

Because I'm one cab ride away from electrocuting someone.