ONE HUNDRED EIGHT

[tehpuck]

Currently, there are a few pressing questions on my mind, like, what was I doing yesterday? Or, why was I doing it? Or, better, why wasn't I doing something more interesting?

And the answers I received-- what it is truly like to torture oneself to the extent of continual stoicism-- hardly compensates for the time wasted

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[captainshort]

Technically my apartment, Robin. Do you want me to talk to the dog, ask him what you were doing?

[tehpuck]

I'd really rather not know, the idea of you being the dog whisperer it too much for me to currently bear, moreso the fact that I'll actually be translated the response.

[captainshort]

Hey now, I'm not the one that ended up with Rover in my bed.

[tehpuck]

...I cite an unfortunate, horrific and frightening experience that it as traumatizing as it is disgusting. Don't mention it further; you'll give me flashbacks.

[cal_sitter]

The neighbors think it would do you good to take a little responsibility for something just this once.

[tehpuck]

The dog, I assure you, is not my responsibility. Really, it's only through the incapabilities of others that it's been handed off to me at all.

[cal_sitter]

Goodfellow, I know you aren't used to doing for others, so I'm going to explain this very simply. You get up, open a door, walk the dog down to the street, and wait while he takes care of his business. If that business involves something people don't want to step in, you use a plastic bag to scoop it up and deposit it in a trash can. I know that's a difficult task, but I have faith in your adaptability.

[tehpuck]

Really, if you're so intent upon the idea, you can do it yourself. Me, personally? I'm going back to bed.

[ooc Oh, hi, keyboard, have we met before? D|]

[faeriewhocanlie]

I hope you're kidding about the Chinese restaurant thing. They don't really use dogs, do they?

[tehpuck]

...Obviously, you've never been to the Joy Luck in Chelsea.

[faeriewhocanlie]

Nope. Chow Fat's is cheaper.

[tehpuck]

But Joy Luck is better, so long as you don't order the dog.

...Or the cat. The duck is rather fine, though.

[ishiah]

The options lie between my collecting him or your walking him here.

I will be there shortly.

[tehpuck]

I await, but I assure you if anyone's looking forward to it, it's the dog, and his breath definitely isn't bated; you can smell that mess from every side of the room.

[ishiah]

[No response. Ishiah is not in the mood for conversation, let alone repartee, but within twenty minutes there is a knock at Robin's door. A hesitant knock (Holly might be in) that gradually grows louder (it is still Robin's apartment, always best to give fair warning)]

[tehpuck]

[Robin, ever studious, throws a the clock radio at his bedside at the door in response. It hits with a dull thud, the dog may yelp in surprise, and he rolls over, back to sleep, rapping the blankets around him.]

Unlocked!

[Ishiah may be happy to find-- or whatever that man experiences in substitute of happiness-- that Robin is alone in bed.]

[Save for the dog lying at its foot.]