dissonates | (no subject)

Current Mood: restless

Entry tags:

(no subject)

If anyone's still worried about Guy, he's doing better now. Because he's out of commission, though, Good Spirits is closed until further notice. Unless Meryl feels like looking after it on her own. Whatever, it's not important.

Guy

I need to ta

Repli

...That's all I've got to say.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[The scratching manages to catch his attention eventually, and he opens the door to find out wtf is going on.]

.... Oh. You again. Now what do you want?

[No food this time (although food is good anytime). Instead, she takes a couple of steps forward to sit down in front of him and sniff closely at his hand. She can sense your restlessness quite easily, you know.]

[And Asch doesn't really understand this whole comforting-dog business, but he lets her sniff, brow lifted. She wasn't whining and hunting around the kitchen, so what did she want?]

[She nudges at his hand again, like she did before, and then looks back up him. C'moooon, you know you want to.]

[ajkshaskjf goddammit, dog. Have a fluffy petting session. God you're too damn soft.]

[Oooooh you're getting better at this. ♥ As he does that, though, she leans in so that she can rest her chin on his shoulder.]

[.......... okay this is just to pathetic and he's not doing it because he's not a child and nobody but children do stupid stuff like-

...hug dogs.]

[People other than children are allowed to do that. Ammy doesn't mind in the least; In fact, she scoots in a little closer and turns her head just so to mimic returning the hug in the best way that she can.]

[Asch muffles a slightly frustrated laugh against her fur, not moving. She's cozy, and he's worried. Animals aren't as judgmental as people, and he doesn't feel like his pride is taking a beating just by showing a bit of weakness. If she was a talker, it would be a whole different story, but in this case...]

You're more than just a dog, aren't you.

[Well, she's worried about you. Because of that, she gives a light whine. She's definitely more than a dog, but let's not go letting him know that. He can assume all he wants. To answer his question, though, she lets her tail move from side to side slowly.]

[He's not going to say anything else, just keep stroking her fur. This is kind of therapeutic, like touching Guy's hair only more fluff and less teasing. He's never had a pet before, and he knows she's not his, but the company is nice, even for just a little while.]

[I told you petting was therapeutic. Now, do you mind if we adopt you? No? Good. You are now Squishy the Cockatiel. \o/

While this is going on in her mind, she stays still and allows Asch to do whatever he'd like or whatever he needs to do, and she'll reciprocate with nuzzles of her own and a lightly wagging tail. She likes quiet times like this, and she likes it when the person she's trying to help is obviously getting better.]

[It's really a good thing you don't say this stuff, Ammy. Really.

Petting and hugging is nice and all, but Asch is not really a fluffy person by nature, so before he gets too fidgety ~~or starts crying like a girl~~ he withdraws, getting back to his feet and giving her another idle scratch.]

So do you have a name or what? I don't know what I'm supposed to call you.

[She knows, she knows. She prefers to think to herself, anyway.

Ammy looks up at him, knowing when enough is enough, so she stakes a step back. Yeah, she has a name. She won't be giving it unless you insist, though.]

[...Okay, it was a dumb expectation anyway... it's not like she has any way to tell him, after all.]

...I don't know what to call you. I'm not much good with names.

[Oh. She could tell you. Should she? Let's wait for now and see. Just don't call me "damned dog" and we're good. o/]

[brb thinking for ten years.]

[We're waaaiiiitiiiing.]

...... I can't think of anything.

[Oi.

...Let's take pity on the poor Squishy. After looking around and noticing a piece of paper lying somewhere in the hallway, she wanders inside to snatch the paper and bring it back to him, quick enough so that he won't think she's planning to break in or anything. As she drops it, she concentrates and writes on it in a neat style.

Once it hits the ground, Asch should read what's on there.

"Amaterasu ~ Ammy"]

[....What. The dog just... drew. With nothing. What.

Okay someone needs to let that sink in first.]

[k then.]

[.... Oh, so that's where those stupid kitty whiskers came from. Now you're a damned dog, too.]

... Ammy. I'll use that, then.

[You love me. :( She nods to that and wags her tail slowly. Amaterasu is a mouthful and she knows it.]

[You're cute enough to forgive, since the ink came off easily enough. Have some more pats and scratches.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only