[RL with Himiko]

[thejackal_is_in]

*currently the house is empty, except for the black skeletal dog lying around on the couch. He's waiting for his work partner to arrive, as humiliating as it was for anyone to see him in such a state. At least he was a bad-ass fire-breathing hell dog this time instead of a small, yippy ball of shedding fuzz.*

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[poison_puppet]

Himiko flipped her cell-phone closed, after checking again to make sure the address was correct. She carried her poison holster (not sure how dangerous her partner might be) and a small bag containing a squeaky toy and dog treats. While she was certain that Akabane could take care of himself, there was no reason not to help if she could. (Anyways, she did have a fondness for animals, though she had never owned on herself.)

She raps on the door, waiting for permission to come in.

[thejackal_is_in]

Akabane opened his eyes at the knock and stood up, stretching his thin limbs before hoping down and walking over to the entrance hall.

"The door is open," he said, loud enough for her to hear. He would open the door himself, but with paws it was rather hard to do anything.

[poison_puppet]

She opened the door, glaceing around the hall then down at her partner.

"Well you look...different." She walked in, carefully shutting the door behind her.

[thejackal_is_in]

"It's good to see your keen skills of observation have not faded since the last time we met." Usually he wasn't quite this sarcastic, but with the morning he had, Akabane wasn't necessarily in the best of moods at the moment.

Once he made sure that his work partner was inside and the door was shut, Akabane turned and started trotting towards the kitchen. He was still thirsty, after all.