Wah wah why won't he return my calls! [closed]

[wilywilyways]

Who: Marian Hawke (wilywilyways), Alan Bradley (popcorngifs)
What: Hawke needs an adult.
Where: Residential Zone 02, Hawking; in front of the science museum
When: Now.
Warnings: The wizard might let slip a curse or three.

Comments

[popcorngifs]

[ Saying Alan didn't get out much wasn't a comment on his social life, it was a sign he just knew better. Animals knew not to stick there noses where it hurts, Alan knew to stay the hell away from teleporters when your best friend would saunter out with horns and spontaneous penchant for typing quirks.

But now that it all petered to an awkward memory, Alan decided now was as good a time as any to chance his luck and take a detour out to the science museum. It was a good plan, and the station generated weather appeared to agree. It gave him time to think, time to do something boring. Boring was an elusive thing in these strange times. There but a moment, then gone the next.

Alan's prize of the humdrum left him when he ran into a dog that was more stegosaurus than canine, and its owner that looked ready for the Renn Faire held in one of the circles of hell. ]

A...huh.

[ That summed it up pretty well, he thought. ]

[wilywilyways]

[Her mabari tilts his axe of a skull at the newcomer. Who, by her estimate, likes to dress as strangely as everybody else on the station. He's not even wearing smallclothes, Hawke would bet.

She waves cheerily-- no moping here! None whatsoever.]

Lovely weather, is it not?

[Pickles bounds boldly forward to sniff at Alan's shoes, slobbering the whole way.]

[popcorngifs]

Whoa- !

[ Alan took a neutral position on the whole, dog love or dog hater debate, but that didn't soften his opinion on the animal the size of a semi that was introducing itself to his feet. He took a few safe steps back, pushing down on the animal's massive head, gently. He'd laugh, but that was a LOT of slobber. ]

Wasn't expecting the torrential drool.

[ He could only hold back the comment on her appearance for only so long. ]

You're a step away from the ordinary, new?

[wilywilyways]

Pickles has had a bit of a drooling problem since we stepped through one of the portals. It'll pass.

[She hopes. Hawke eats with her hands sometimes, and she'd like to go around in public without them being coated in saliva. Self-conscious, she rubs them clean on her Champion's belt. One day, there will be more for her in her closet than the armor she'd been reduced to washing every night.

Today is not that day. Assuming he's not of her world, she sweeps him a bow with flourish.]

'New' is relative, and I could say the same for you. Never seen leggings quite like those before I got here.

[Read as: dude your pants are kinda funny-lookin.]