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genessia2013-12-17 08:06 am
baconandsnausages) wrote in genessia2013-12-17 08:06 am
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[It doesn't take long for one person here, at least, to get a dog-entourage of varying shapes and sizes as they've been falling slowly from the sky. He kind of wonders if he has a magnet attached to the backside of the spell. But, oh well, he's surrounded by excitable yips, whines of complaint, all kinds of noises. And you have no idea how long he's been listening to them go.
He turns, holds up his hands and the group suddenly stops.] Alright, alright, alright. enough. I've been listening to you lot complain, bitch, be way way too excited about stuff, and whatever the hell else for ages. Just. Be quiet.
[They all sit down, some huffing, but not a sounds was heard. And he is relieved] And just so we're clear: I'm not feeding you, and there's not enough room to takes all of you in the car. So I'm taking none of you in the car. [Only, he'll probably cave on the feeding thing later and the car thing is just because it's not fair on them to only take some out.] And another thing-
[The moment the cat freezes after having spotted the group of man-and-dogs is the moment you know, and it knows, it is fucked. They all- Dean included- go ramrod straight and the heads all turn to the cat. And suddenly it's running as fast as it can, followed by a pack of dogs with Dean at the head also running after it with assorted cries of] You. you. I'm gonna fucking kill you. Come back here. You. You. You. [And random and varying assortments in between.]
He turns, holds up his hands and the group suddenly stops.] Alright, alright, alright. enough. I've been listening to you lot complain, bitch, be way way too excited about stuff, and whatever the hell else for ages. Just. Be quiet.
[They all sit down, some huffing, but not a sounds was heard. And he is relieved] And just so we're clear: I'm not feeding you, and there's not enough room to takes all of you in the car. So I'm taking none of you in the car. [Only, he'll probably cave on the feeding thing later and the car thing is just because it's not fair on them to only take some out.] And another thing-
[The moment the cat freezes after having spotted the group of man-and-dogs is the moment you know, and it knows, it is fucked. They all- Dean included- go ramrod straight and the heads all turn to the cat. And suddenly it's running as fast as it can, followed by a pack of dogs with Dean at the head also running after it with assorted cries of] You. you. I'm gonna fucking kill you. Come back here. You. You. You. [And random and varying assortments in between.]
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[Is he like the Caitians? There's no tail, no dog-like ears. Dean still looks perfectly human to him, but he's never seen a pack of dogs treat a man like that before.]
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[He sighs a little bit, taking a moment before he explains] It was a spell. We needed to talk to our only witness in a case, and he was a dog. And before it's asked, no I didn't know I was going to end up chasing cats and barking at things. We weren't told about the side effects [that may be a pout at the end.]
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[His eyebrows go up, because he doesn't like the sound of this.]
How long ago did this happen?
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Maybe we should go get you un-stimulated. Let's go get some coffee.
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Hell yeah.
[He's torn between laughter and starting growling again - but probably both, it feels like both - when a cat rains down with a suitable "whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee fuuuuuuuck?" (It makes him sad that Kirk can't hear more than a long long meowing, it really does - it's the first one he's heard put it so perfectly) before bouncing off the pavement. But he settles for neither, if he lets himself laugh it's possibly going to slide off again, restraining himself with a small whine at the back of his throat with a swallow.] Let's go.
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