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

[Do iiiiit.]

[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...]

[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!]

[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?]

[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.]

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

Get it yourself.

[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...]

[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.]

[...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.]

...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?]

[Almost. She sits down in front of it and stares at the head. No eyes, no mouth. It doesn't look right without them...

A few dots in her mind later, and there's a :) expression made out of ink on the snowman, and she looks up at Asch with a lightly wagging tail. Doesn't it look so happy?!]

[OH MY GOD THE SNOWMAN IS POSSESSED.]

[Oi.]

[Asch gives the snowman a thorough examination and then looks suspiciously at Ammy. What did you do, you crazy dog.]

[Wolf, you Cockatiel. She just tilts her head, but if Asch looks close... Is that a sly smile on her face?]

[Okaaaay dog is kind of creepy now. Have an Asch staredown.]

Now what do you want?

[She breaks the staredown to nudge his hand again, this time letting his fingers run through the fur at the top of her head. Isn't her fur soft?]

[Hell if he knows, he's smart and is wearing gloves. Still he gets the idea, grumbling a bit, and crouches down to pet her.]

What are you, starved for attention or something? Couldn't you have picked out someone more friendly?

[Oh, I've met plenty of friendly people. I'm just moving on to grumpy-chans like you. Sometimes petting something like this is good for you.

So, she lets him pet her, moving her head so that he does it right. Have you never petted a dog in your life?]

[Evidently not, but he's a quick study. After a while he figures that he's not getting out of this anytime soon and pulls off a glove to pet her properly. Ooh, that is nice soft fur. Maybe the dog isn't a total irritation after all.]

[You're doing much better, Grasshopper. She's not squirming so much anymore, and she'll even add in a little tail wag. This works both ways, too, considering she still has no idea where she is or anything.]

[Her tail is wagging. That's... good, right? Right. Tail-wagging is good. Here, have a headscratch. Maybe she'll like that.

....Soft fur is so nice.... he may or may not be smiling now.]

[Yes, that is good. Headscratches are very good oooh, that tail is wagging more now, and she's gonna lean into that. You're getting better at this! Let's not point out that smile on his face just yet.]

[Huh. This whole... petting... thing is not as daunting as it originally seemed. Okay, so maybe the dog isn't so annoying after all.

Though she did force him to play in the snow. Then again, it's not like she's going to broadcast it, unless she's just holding her tongue for the sake of nefarious purposes.

...less paranoia, more petting.]

Are you somebody's pet? You're awfully friendly for a wild dog.

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