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Post by Leda on Apr 8, 2009 23:35:18 GMT -5
"Different how?"
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Post by DB on Apr 8, 2009 23:36:45 GMT -5
"That shtuff doesn't give you lice and most of it has handles if it'sh shupposed to have a handle." To which he nodded matter-o-factly, again.
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Post by Leda on Apr 8, 2009 23:38:08 GMT -5
"Oof," the overlander groaned melodramatically, tossing the broken brush back into a bin. "How degrading! My beast of all people thinks I have bad taste!"
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Post by DB on Apr 8, 2009 23:41:45 GMT -5
And to that, he bristled. "... don't call me that!"
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Post by Leda on Apr 8, 2009 23:48:22 GMT -5
Phoebe snickered. "I can call you anything I want, so long as one of these tags along~" Were those ear scritches in her hand? Why yes, yes they were. Being delivered directly to Dash's audial area.
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Post by DB on Apr 8, 2009 23:50:35 GMT -5
DAMAGE CONTROL ACTIVATED.
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Post by Leda on Apr 8, 2009 23:54:23 GMT -5
"Now that's a good boy," the florist smirked, kneeling at Dash's side and smooching his cheek. Releasing his ear, she said, "Come on, now. Let's pick out a new collar and get going. It's getting close to dinner time."
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Post by DB on Apr 12, 2009 23:30:08 GMT -5
Shaking himself to his senses, he returned to his previously frowny face. But... if he -had- to have a collar... may as well make it a nice one. With room! Lots of neck room. That was key."Whatcha got in mind?"
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Post by Leda on Apr 12, 2009 23:34:01 GMT -5
"I'unno," the human shrugged, digging in the bin full of collars and leashes. "Something cheap, but more interesting to look at, I guess..." Phoebe suddenly paused and pulled out a collar bearing several brightly-coloured flowers. "...Hmm..."
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Post by DB on Apr 12, 2009 23:41:31 GMT -5
"... leave me -some- dignity."
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Post by Leda on Apr 12, 2009 23:43:34 GMT -5
"Pfft!" Dropping the collar back in the bin, Phoebe picked up said container and sat it on the floor at Dash's feet for the tenrec to investigate himself. "Y'know, I was joking before, but now I think you really DO think I have bad taste!"
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Post by DB on Apr 12, 2009 23:45:32 GMT -5
"Hm... maaybe a little..." And, putting his hidden digging instincts to good use, Dash began to rummage through the bin himself, placing a few collars on the side as he went. Not because of their design, but that they were oversized. Roomy, roomy, roomy!
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Post by Leda on Apr 19, 2009 12:54:06 GMT -5
"A little what?" Taking a seat on the floor to save her legs from cramping, Phoebe rested her chin in one palm and eyed Dash's preferred selections. "I can't tell if you're insulting me or not!"
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Post by DB on Apr 19, 2009 14:00:24 GMT -5
"A little bad tasth", he concluded. Continuing to rummage, the collection of collars grew larger, though he found himself pausing on one in particular, the loop of material hooked in his fingers. Decent material, seemed roomy enough (the biggest plus of all!), and he actually rather liked the pattern. Stripey and colorful but also not completely obnoxious like that combination usually tended to be. This is nice, he thought, though he frowned slightly- more mentally than physically- as the thought continued, for a collar. Like dogs wear.He glanced up at Phoebe. Or pets in general.
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Post by Leda on Apr 19, 2009 14:05:40 GMT -5
Now would be a good time for comfort. Phoebe, go snuggle your tenrec. ...Phoebe? "AAUUUUUGH, STABBED IN THE HEART!" Unfortunately for Dash, his owner was giving a completely over-acted melodramatic performance over his words. Clutching her chest with one hand, the human pressed her other wrist to her forehead and flopped onto her back.
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Post by DB on Apr 28, 2009 14:22:11 GMT -5
... Well, perhaps it wasn't a hug, but it did the job of lightening things just fine. Giving a small snicker, the tenrec shook his head at the human's theatrics. "My point shtill stands."
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Post by Leda on Apr 28, 2009 14:38:41 GMT -5
It also succeeded at attracting the attention of a nearby worker. The clerk peered down their aisle uncertainly and asked, "Is... everything okay, miss?" "OH THE PAAAAAIIIIIN IT BUUUUR--huh?" Phoebe glanced upside down at the fellow human offering his assistance. "Oh, yeah, we're great! Shopping for a new collar!" "...On the floor?" The florist's face scrunched. "I don't tell you how to stock pup diapers, do I?" On that note, the clerk simply shook his head and went back to work.
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Post by DB on May 2, 2009 21:11:33 GMT -5
Watching the human walk off, the tenrec frowned before shifting his gaze back down to the collars in hand. The blue... greeny... stripey one was the obvious favorite of the bunch, having everything he was looking for. The rest of them had their pluses but also their minuses. Like the one that seemed nice and roomy but was covered in a cartoony fish skeleton motif. "I think I like this one."
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Post by Leda on May 4, 2009 23:05:39 GMT -5
"You know, it was prolly a really, really bad idea to lay on the floor in here. Who knows what could've gone on in here from other customers?" Phoebe picked herself up and dusted off, idly musing over the vast variety of germs, viruses, and bodily fluids that could potentially be clinging to her backside. "So, that's the one you want, huh?" Taking the collar to inspect it, the florist checked the price, then mussed the tenrec's head. "Well, it's a little more than I wanted to pay, but it's not obscenely expensive. We can splurge for today."
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Post by DB on May 16, 2009 22:54:59 GMT -5
The tenrec blinked. It was the bargain bin, so how expensive could it be? "Whash the price?"
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Post by Leda on May 18, 2009 22:44:28 GMT -5
"Erm... It's..." The overlander gazed at the ceiling with pinkened cheeks. "...Two and a half lefta. ..." Phoebe huffed and flailed before Dash could even react to the price. "HEY, I HAVE TO MANAGE THE BUDGET VERY CAREFULLY TO TAKE CARE OF US, Y'KNOW!" Still unwilling to wait for a response, the florist zipped over to the check-out counter to pay for their prize.
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Post by DB on May 22, 2009 20:08:06 GMT -5
One of the tenrec's brows migrated skyward. Two and a half 'lefta'? How much was that in normal currency? Though, judging by her reaction, it wasn't really that much. Giving a somewhat bemused snort, he followed after the frantic human.
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Post by Leda on May 24, 2009 13:42:59 GMT -5
"...Oh, and thank you SO much for that medicine recommendation, too! I was just commenting today how much Dash has improved since we've been using it!" With her purchase completed, Phoebe led Dash out of the shop and took a seat on a public bench. "Leeeet's see here... Time to kill my fingertips again in the name of my beast's safety." Retrieving the collar from the plastic bag and the other set of tags from her pocket, the florist set to work attaching one to the other. Once the arduous task was completed, she exchanged one for the other around Dash's neck, then leaned back a bit for a good look at him. "You know what?" she said. "I think you made a really good choice. Those colours look great on you! The blue brings out your eyes nicely!"
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Post by DB on Jun 3, 2009 22:04:32 GMT -5
Well, at least it looked good. He'd hate to be wearing a symbol of his oppression that didn't, after all. "Thanksh... So, what'sh next on the agenda?"
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Post by Leda on Jun 4, 2009 22:07:41 GMT -5
"I dunno. I'm sure food is in order; we could either go home or eat out. What do you think?"
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Post by DB on Jun 14, 2009 11:24:47 GMT -5
"... what kind of food ish there?" ... Because if it was better than the stuff at home, he definitely wanted to eat out.
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Post by Leda on Jun 14, 2009 22:47:56 GMT -5
"Lots of kinds! It just depends on where we go." Reclipping Dash's leash, Phoebe rose to her feet and gave him a gentle tug. "Why don't we just take a walk and see what strikes us?"
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Post by DB on Jun 15, 2009 16:36:21 GMT -5
"I guessh I can live with that."
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