catchall aventurine

[residentmerc]

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[tactic]

[ HMMMMM. ]

Seriously, what's wrong? You're acting like someone kicked... well, I guess not your dog. You. You're acting like someone kicked you, Pickles.

[residentmerc]

........

[ in the saddest, smallest tone possible: ]

... Woof.

[ The puppy says he is not Pickles. ]

[tactic]

[ Identity crisis? ]

What do you mean?

[residentmerc]

[ ... does he do it... does he admit it to this man who he thinks is like, really cool and pretty and he wants to look cool in front of... for no reason... ]

... Woof.

[ The puppy says his name is Cloud. ]

[tactic]

[ Sits up a little straighter and just... reaches out to grab not-Pickles' head with both hands to give him a closer look. ]

Cloud?

[residentmerc]

[ there is no hint that this is not pickles. he looks exactly like pickles.

except his ears are pinned back as he is touched by aventurine and he finds himself very embarrassed. too bad dogs don't blush. ]

... Woof.

[ nods his little puppy head ]

[tactic]

[ WHERE ARE THOSE BEAUTIFUL BROODING EYES... ]

How did this happen?

[residentmerc]

[ there is simply a whine as he attempts to flop while being held down.

The puppy does not know. ]

[tactic]

Figures this would happen today of all days...

[ He's mostly muttering to himself as he lets go of Cloud's face so that he can flop. Oh, Aventurine, your luck has been awful lately. ]

[residentmerc]

[ he does flop, though at aventurine's comment he tilts his head with a soft, questioning woof

this is a real thread we are having ]

[tactic]

[ can you let me black out in peace ]

It's fine. I've just been meaning to talk to you, but it can wait.

[residentmerc]

[ there is a pause and the dog slowly shuffles to be lying down next to aventurine. not on!! next. he seems very contrite. i wish we were dead. ]

Woof.

[ The puppy says sorry. ]

[tactic]

[ Drops a hand on Cloud's doggy head and gives him a little ruffle. ]

Please. You're the last person who could have wanted this to happen.

[residentmerc]

[ the longest, most drawn out put-upon sigh.

the little ruffle gets a tail wag but also. yes. that's true and right. he does not want this to be happening. ]

[tactic]

[ It's nice that Cloud isn't telling him to go away. Becoming a dog changes a person... ]

We'll figure this out. Don't you worry.

[residentmerc]

[ yes. clearly, it's the dog thing. ]

Woof...

[ this is horrible anyway

The puppy says he trusts you! ]

[tactic]

[ Visible surprise crosses his face. It's clear he doesn't hear that all too often. ]

Uh... Thanks. [ BALKS. ] For now, stay here. I'm going to see if I can talk to someone about this.

[residentmerc]

[ and he will never hear it again after thursday this is so tragic ]

Woof?

[ this probably means who. but the translator doesn't help ]

[tactic]

[ It's okay. Love crosses all language barriers. ]

One of those masked guys. Maybe they know something about it.

[residentmerc]

[ oh. he barks again

The puppy wonders if they could have the cure. ]

[tactic]

[ He stands back up and dusts off his pants. Sitting on the ground while in pant pants is so dumb. ]

Let's hope. Don't cause too much trouble while I'm away.

[residentmerc]

[ INDIGNANT HUFF

he will get into a fight later ]

[tactic]

[ I MEANT WHITE PANTS

WHY DID I SAY PANT PANTS

STOP FIGHTING PEOPLE CLOUD ]

[residentmerc]

[ pants pants we're falling apart to half time ]