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Post by Leda on Mar 6, 2009 11:47:03 GMT -5
 The familiar sound of a set of keys rattled in the door, and a second or two later, an overlander entered the homestead, a brown paper bag with a friggin' loaf sticking out of the top balanced on one hip. "DAAAAASH, I'M HOOOOOME!" Phoebe crossed the room to the table and deposited her bounty, glancing around her house with a pleased expression. "Wow, you dusted in here! I didn't realize it needed it so badly, but I can definitely see the difference!" |
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Post by DB on Mar 16, 2009 12:33:06 GMT -5
Elsewhere in the house, there was a thump. Sort of the sound you'd expect if someone was very quickly getting off a piece of furniture they weren't supposed to be on but fell in the process.  A moment later, a flustered tenrec appeared. He nodded to Phoebe's statement, "it really did needth it." |
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Post by Leda on Mar 16, 2009 12:40:54 GMT -5
Phoebe eyed the tenrec carefully; that "thump" had become a regular occurance in her home since he'd gotten settled. "Were you on the couch again?" |
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Post by DB on Mar 17, 2009 16:59:49 GMT -5
The tenrec's ears drooped, as he glanced away sheepishly. "Uhm..." Well, it didn't feel right to lie... "... yes. I was tired..." |
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Post by Leda on Mar 17, 2009 17:08:53 GMT -5
The overlander knelt down to her beast's level, and scratched one of those folded ears. "You have your own bed for that." |
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Post by DB on Mar 17, 2009 17:15:13 GMT -5
" ... its... not as comfortable..." |
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Post by Leda on Mar 17, 2009 17:19:05 GMT -5
"And neither is my couch when you lay on it," Phoebe smirked, rubbing both of the tenrec's cheeks with her thumbs (one more carefully than the other, of course). "I don't appreciate flopping down after a long day and getting greeted with a quill in the ass." |
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Post by DB on Mar 17, 2009 17:19:51 GMT -5
... myeah, that probably wasn't all that comfortable. "Sorry?", he replied, though beginning to melt slightly at the attention. It was weird being pet. scratched, and all these other things, but it had a strange sort of niceness to it that he found himself quickly adjusting to. Craving, even. |
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Post by Leda on Mar 17, 2009 17:28:07 GMT -5
"Well," the florist announced with a breath, "you DID break the rules again... But, you didn't lie to me when you could have. So tonight you're only getting half a popsicle instead of a full one." By this time, she'd stopped petting so much and tilted Dash's face to the side, carefully inspecting his stitches. |
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Post by DB on Mar 17, 2009 21:17:22 GMT -5
Half? That wasn't so bad. Having anything sweet really was a treat, and getting a little less for the day wasn't too horrible. Noticing the affection stopped in lieu of inspection, he asked, "Howsh it look? |
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Post by Leda on Mar 17, 2009 21:20:43 GMT -5
"Like the sales clerk that recommended that cream knew what he was talking about," she replied with a smile, carefully brushing her thumb against the healing wound. "It's made some pretty amazing progress in just two weeks. I think it may be time to look into getting the stitches out." Chuckling and grinning, Phoebe rose to her feet. "Maybe then I can hear what you REALLY sound like. I'd like to presume that you don't naturally speak with an intoxicated slur." |
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Post by DB on Mar 17, 2009 21:27:33 GMT -5
He frowned. "NOOO, of coursh not! It just feels funny on that side of my mouth..." And, to emphasize, he tested his jaw a bit. Yep, still felt odd. Getting used to it, but odd. |
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Post by Leda on Mar 17, 2009 21:30:49 GMT -5
The human snickered and turned to her bounty on the table. "I knoooow, I know. But with any luck, you won't have to put up with it much longer, anyway." Removing her purse and the mail from the paper bag, Phoebe offered the parcel down to Dash and asked, "Would you put these away for me, please?" |
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Post by DB on Mar 17, 2009 22:13:27 GMT -5
Accepting the bag, he nodded, making his way to the kitchen without a word. Though, it did strike up a momentary feeling of bitterness. Nice food and all, but can't eat a single bite... |
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Post by Leda on Mar 17, 2009 22:53:42 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Phoebe lingered in the dining room, rifling through her mail with distant interest at best. Bill, bill, junk, ad, bill... Finally, she came to a padded envelope with a small lump in one corner. With a quick glance at the return address, her face suddenly lit up, and the package suffered the horrible fate of being ripped to shreds. "Dash, your tags are finally here!!" |
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Post by DB on Mar 17, 2009 22:55:21 GMT -5
And, after a moment, the tenrec returned looking somewhat confused. "My what??" |
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Post by Leda on Mar 18, 2009 16:05:37 GMT -5
"Tags for your collar," the overlander explained. "They're in case you get lost, so someone can help you get home. Now that we've got tags for you, you can start going out more!" Phoebe took a knee and offered up a pair of items that resembled keyrings, each of which bore an inscribed metal disc. |
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Post by DB on Mar 18, 2009 22:47:23 GMT -5
Taking a closer look at the discs he discovered... they weren't written in Mobian and he really couldn't make heads or tails out of them. "... what do they say?" |
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Post by Leda on Mar 18, 2009 23:12:53 GMT -5
Pointing to one of the tags, Phoebe explained, "This side has your name. The back has our address. If you ever get lost, you need to find an overlander, and tell them you need help getting home." The florist scratched beneath his chin with her free hand. "After all, I wouldn't want you getting picked up by the shelter as a stray." |
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Post by DB on Mar 20, 2009 23:03:55 GMT -5
Fair enough, he supposed. Though, frowning at the tags... "... What name?" |
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Post by Leda on Mar 20, 2009 23:06:02 GMT -5
Unnaturally wide and creepy grin, ACTIVATE. "Guess~" |
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Post by DB on Mar 20, 2009 23:11:48 GMT -5
COMPLETELY UNAMUSED EXPRESSION, ACTIVATE. |
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Post by Leda on Mar 20, 2009 23:15:45 GMT -5
When she was finally done cackling, Phoebe finally answered, "It says 'Dash', it says 'Dash'. Although I was tempted to get a second set with 'Pokey' on them. I just couldn't afford two more~" |
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Post by DB on Mar 29, 2009 15:03:25 GMT -5
The tenrec gave a relieved sigh, shaking his head slightly. "I hathe that name. It'd be like me calling you ... Nakedy." |
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Post by Leda on Mar 29, 2009 15:15:41 GMT -5
"You love that name," his owner snickered. Taking one of the two tags, Phoebe set about meticulously attching it to the empty loop on Dash's collar, then stood up and back to get a look at him. "Ahh, much better! Now I won't have to worry about you so much." She paused then, and glanced at the spare tag still in her hand. "Well, we have an extra. Why don't we go get you a new collar to go with it? After all, that one the store gave us is just plain old black. You can pick out a new one and keep the one you've got on as a spare, if you like." Phoebe smiled and tussled his stray spines. |
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Post by DB on Mar 31, 2009 20:22:39 GMT -5
The tenrec lifted his nose and wrinkled it. "I prefer no collar at allh", he stated plainly. |
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Post by Leda on Mar 31, 2009 20:26:23 GMT -5
"I know you're not used to clothes, having come from the wild and all, but," Pheobe paused to pat the tenrec's head again, "here you've gotta wear your collar. It shows that you have a home." The overlander stuffed the extra tag into her pocket and reached for her coat. "Come on, what do you say? Maybe while we're there we can get some new toys, too, if anything's on sale!" |
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Post by DB on Mar 31, 2009 20:32:39 GMT -5
The tenrec huffed. "I used to haff clothes! But they took it away when they brought me here!"1.9.0.7 |
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Post by Leda on Mar 31, 2009 20:34:03 GMT -5
Phoebe seemed to freeze, a look of complete surprise across her face. "Where in the world did you get clothes in the feral world?!" |
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Post by DB on Mar 31, 2009 20:35:16 GMT -5
Dash crossed his arms, giving Phoebe an unamused, incredulous look. "From stores." |
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