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[persian_sass]

It was a testament to how much time it had been since he'd last heard her that it took Sasan as long as he did to recognize the sound. He was sprawled in bed, three-quarters of the way through a battered copy of Fight Club (yes, he read actual books on occasion, when the mood struck) when he heard it, a sort of snuffling noise coming from the

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[turnthebadinme]

"Oh, they're probably not that bad," Serena said, waving a hand. She'd come down to this floor to talk to Lyla - it seemed like she hadn't seen the other girl in ages, not since the ball - but seeing as she wasn't around, Sasan and a really fat dog was about as good. She knew him vaguely from having helped Atia with that party a while back, of course, but even if she hadn't, there'd have been no stopping her asking questions. "Why is that dog wearing a dress?"

[persian_sass]

"Because... that's just what she does," Sasan said after a brief moment of blank staring as he thought about the subject, still a little out of sorts. "Or rather it's just what her owner does. Did." Did? Assuming Mimi was still magically back home as well, he supposed Tori would still be rocking the doggy couture somewhere, but lines of thought like that made his head hurt. More than trying to figure out what he was going to do with this thing did, even.

"Serena, this is Mimi LaRue. Say hello, Mimi," he said, turning the dog around to face her and ignoring the niggling feeling in the back of his head that said he might have even missed the little critter.

[turnthebadinme]

Serena grinned, reaching out to pet the pug. "Hey there, Mimi." From the way Sasan was talking, it didn't sound like Mimi was an island pet, though there seemed to be a lot of those going around. Actually, she was kind of jealous, because everyone had pigs now, but Blair would have killed her if she'd got one of those. She'd heard there were puppies, too, but she'd apparently missed the boat on that. "So her owner was someone you knew at home, I take it?" It sounded like one of the island's tricks.

[persian_sass]

"Yeah," he said, sounding a little wistful for a second as he shifted Mimi around in his arms. "She's Tori Spelling's. I don't really know what she's doing here." The island finally decided to mess with him and it did it by giving him something that wasn't even his? He wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or relieved.

Then Mimi started squirming and he decided to settle firmly on annoyed.

[bitchofthejulii]

Atia had gone to find Sasan, thinking that he might have some stories to tell her that would entertain. This place was dismal at times, and there were few she could gossip with - or gossip about, truly.

Seeing him scoop a strange looking beast, made her pause; mouth pulling downward into a frown of disdain and dismay. "Is it yours?"

She hoped that it was not.

[persian_sass]

Sasan looked up blankly at Atia for a few seconds before replying, still a little stunned. "Uh, no, no. She belongs to a friend of mine, back home. She just sort of showed up here." He knew Atia wasn't a big fan of pets, and Mimi wasn't exactly a standout of her breed by any means and he hugged her a little closer.

[bitchofthejulii]

"Is that creature wearing clothing?" Atia shook her head again, the disdain growing, "I thought the Egyptians did strange things with their felines, but that is truly- What sort of beast is it?"

[persian_sass]

"Yeah, people can do some pretty strange things with their pets back in LA, too," Sasan said, subtly giving Mimi a reassuring scratch. For her part, she seemed pretty oblivious to Atia's disapproval, at least. "She's a dog, a pug. Her name is Mimi LaRue," he said, only slightly defensively.