Hey, if Cloud can be white, Pickles can be white(r) too. Jokes aside, upon a closer look, Pickles really gives off the vibes of an exhausted dog zombie with his appearance. When Pickles looks at Cloud hold out his hand, affection week overwhelms him, so he slowly pads on over and bumps his head with the hand.
[ hm! hate that. he'll settle a bit closer to puppy so he can very softly pat his flank and scruff, sort of checking on any potential injury even though he knows there probably aren't any that were missed, sort of just. that is where dogs like pets. so. he pet there. ]
... What happen to you? You look dead on your feet.
[ His fur is very much not in good condition. Anywhere Cloud touches, the dog's body is cold. There doesn't seem to be any pulse either, but Pickles acts as if he's alive. ]
... Woo.
[ The puppy says it had gone through a lot over a long, long time. ]
[ i know who ran the cyoa did pickles get laudna'd. is this a corpse dog. HAKI
cloud is just, uh. concerned. hm. ]
... Got a brush somewhere? [ it won't do much but it might help the... state of fur...? a little ] How long do you think you were gone? You were here yesterday.
[ The brush has a hard time going through Pickles's fur. It looks like some parts are heavily matted. Pickles doesn't say anything in response to the question though, and merely looks down at the ground. ]
[ ... well he is going to assume it means pickles wants to keep quiet so he is going to gently run through the matted bits with fur and fingers to try and see if he can. fix it. he is far more used to doing this with feathers but he is GONNA TRY ]
[ Cloud is such a nice boy. Pickles whines from time to time, because brushing through mats hurts his zombie skin. He's doing his best, but it's inevitable... zombie mats are tough.
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Hey, if Cloud can be white, Pickles can be white(r) too. Jokes aside, upon a closer look, Pickles really gives off the vibes of an exhausted dog zombie with his appearance. When Pickles looks at Cloud hold out his hand, affection week overwhelms him, so he slowly pads on over and bumps his head with the hand.
He feels cold. ]
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... What happen to you? You look dead on your feet.
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... Woo.
[ The puppy says it had gone through a lot over a long, long time. ]
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cloud is just, uh. concerned. hm. ]
... Got a brush somewhere? [ it won't do much but it might help the... state of fur...? a little ] How long do you think you were gone? You were here yesterday.
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... Woof.
[ The puppy remembers a brush here, but it has been far too long, over a month, since it's last been here.
But yeah, there's a slicker brush somewhere. ]
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A month...? [ huh????? ] You look like you could've been gone that long, but... We had that potluck yesterday.
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[ The puppy says many nonsensical things happened ans has given up attributing it to logic. ]
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...You wanna be alone, tell me.
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The puppy is fine with your company. ]
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Alright. That ever change, let me know.
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When Cloud is eventually done, Pickles turns around to give a light head bunt. Affection week. ]
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at the head bunt he is going to get some gentle scritches behind his ears and under his chin. so he knows he is a good boy :( ]