[Bonjour, Parisdisa.
There's an odd-looking couple sitting
at that corner cafe.
Or perhaps they've just crossed the narrow street in front of you, jaywalking arm-in-arm. Or is that them in the museum, leaning just a little too far over the velvet rope?
Maybe they were lurking behind the street performers. You know, if you've
seen one mime you've
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Where better to enjoy playing with a rather unfashionably large dog than in a park. Even as an amnesiac Rin can figure out chess quickly enough. She throws the tennis ball, Tad romps to get it... over... and over... and over... again...
... oh, she might just have beaned you in the head, Roy. Sorry! Wasn't watching carefully enough!]
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After a still moment, Roy straightens back up. No, that's okay, Reno, no need to bother, he'll just bend to pick up his ridiculous hat before turning to give little miss Plays-With-Lions over there a seriously irritated Look...]
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Muttered] Aw, hell.
[For a second it looks like he's considering bolting. But that would be cruel.]
... That was intentional, wasn't it.
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I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
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No hey, it's fine, I barely felt it, this's yours? [Promptly tosses her slobbery ball back, underhand and soft-like. Oh god Rin don't come over here, don't make him explain this]
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Yeah... I'm sorry! I wasn't looking, I don't know what I was thinking! Sorry!
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... Enh, could've been worse. I'm fine, really. See?
[Knocks on his skull.] Hard head.
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Ahahaha... I'm really sorry about that, truly... [Backing off. But Tad is trotting over now. HE'LL be mad for Rin...]
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It's like leaving a voicemail.]
Whoa, hey, hang on. Is this big guy yours?
[Waves at Tad. And turns that smile on Rin.]
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Rin is backing off as Tad is coming on, loping forward. She glances at Roy, at Tad, back to Roy -]
Yeah, uh, I guess, uh, he's my dog -
[Tad leaps at Roy. Rin breaks off.]
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[Running towards Roy again :|]
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[GOES DOWN under weight of GIANT LIONDOG. Rolls with it like a pro, setting his foot against Tad's midsection to kick him off as gently as possible]
Hey there.
[Rolls back up to his feet, a little snowdusted and dirtied and scuffed. Talkin' to the dog now] I'm not here for a fight, pup.
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AhhhhhhI'm so SORRY he's usually not like this! Tad, what's wrong?!
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Don't think he likes me much.
[Moving slowly, and keeping his hands out and visible.] Trying to protect his owner, I expect.
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