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[Asch is in a really lousy mood so he's lurking around house 50, sort of playing in the snow, except it's Asch and he doesn't do that. :| So he's mostly poking around looking VERY GRUMPY. Bother at your own risk.]

Stupid, stupid...

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[Asch snorts faintly at that, tugging Guy close to rest his head on his chest. He can cough on the jacket or something.]

Then you probably shouldn't have come looking for me.

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[hai. what up.

For your information, I'm a wolf. But she'll sit nearby and wag her tail lightly.]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Mmmnnnh. [Guy closes his eyes, mumbling against Asch's chest as he lays there, feeling a little better. Until he turns his head and grabs his pillow to cough into that instead.]

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[Asch blinks, then muffles a little spot of laughter.]

You sound even worse than before. Do you need anything?

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy turns his head slightly so his words aren't muffled.]

Nope. Who was it?

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[Asch looks away at that, glaring at the opposite side of the room.]

...Doesn't matter.

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[Asch crosses his arms, brow lifted, and waits.]

Animals can talk here, you know. You don't just have to stare at people.

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head to the side. What is this... talking nonsense you speak of. I don't need that.]

Aroo?

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[....Goddammit.

Okay, obviously either a stupid dog or someone else out to piss him off, so he'll just sort of... wave... or shoo it away... something... go away, doggy...]

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[You're something special yourself, Cockatiel. Ammy does take a few steps away, only to nudge her nose into the snow until she gets a little ball forming.]

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[....Hey. What are you doing down there, mutt.]

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[As she rolls that little ball in the snow, it gets bigger and bigger, soon as big as her head. And she just keeps rolling it. It seems she's intent on making something.]

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[What. The. Hell. Dogs aren't supposed to be this smart.]

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[And we're gonna roll roll roll and roll up everything until this thing's about as big as her body. Hooray! \o/ Now, you make the head. Go on. This stare of hers is just asking you to do it, especially when she gestures her head towards the large snowball.]

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[.... But it's a dog.]

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[Do iiiiit.]

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[But-

But it's-

-it's a-]

...Goddammit.

[It's only because he has nothing better to do. And he wants you to go away. Honest.

Rolling, rolling...]

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[That's a good boy! She'll occasionally go over to see how he's doing, tail wagging with appreciation. Humans are so much better at this, what with the ability to use both hands and all that.

But after a minute or two, she goes the other way to try and find some good looking sticks. Sniff here, dig there- aaah, here's one!]

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[Stupid dog. Stupid snow. Stupid dog playing in the snow. Stupid self.]

You know this is just going to melt or get knocked over or something. It's pointless.

[And with that said Asch puts the pointless head on the pointless body. There, mission accomplished. GO AWAY NOW DOGGY?]

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[Not until she puts this stick into the bigger snowball, which she does. And even then, she looks up at him again. You go get the other stick.]

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[Arms crossed again. He has limits and he will not be ordered around by a dog, goddammit!]

Get it yourself.

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[I am a wolf. Can't you tell the difference? And she'll just continue that staring.

Also, she'll open up her canvas in her mind, draw a swirl... And now there's a gust of light wind pushing you towards where they might be sticks.

But that makes her blink and tilt her head. ...Huh. Galestorm is usually much stronger than that...]

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[WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL WAS THAT. It wasn't a strong wind but it was enough to make him stagger forward a few steps. Fffff that was freaky okay.]

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[...Well, whatever. She's still concentrating on getting this guy to loosen up a little. So she walks to his side and nudges his hand, then takes a few steps away before he can react negatively to that. Now you go get that stick, Cockatiel.]

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...Rrgh. Fine, if it'll make you leave me alone.

[He'd never been particularly good with animals, but he wasn't the type to smack them unless they attacked him first. So he's going to grudgingly hunt around where she'd dug, emerging eventually with a less-than-stellar but hopefully acceptable stick, marching back over to the snowman and sticking it in. HA. There. Is it done yet?]