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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 3:15 pm
This is a private RP between:
David Nao, Anita Bishop & Tango :3 Location: a small animal clinic in downtown Durem Time: late noon What: a check-up for Tango Weather: fall has arrived; chilly but nice Status: complete
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 4:21 pm
It felt like so long ago since she had last needed to start wearing long sleeves again. Usually she would don pants instead of shorts, but the sleeves were a different story.
Tango's collar was wrapped around her right wrist tightly, but still giving him enough of a lead to walk nearly a foot in front of her. He padded along happily, pleassed that they were out on the town, but he didn't know where they were going. It was one of those animal hospitals that did that cute thing on their birthdays, sending them a birthday card addressed to the animal with their name and owners last name, really making them feel like a part of their family. Anita appreciated it, and she hoped Tango did, too. She always found it adorable.
When she had called to set up an appointment, they had asked for Tango's last name. Tango Bishop, how darling. There hadn't been a doctor immediately available at that moment, but they asked her to step in to at least fill out some paper work until there was one.
In front of her, Tango's tail wagged back and forth, slapping against one of her knees the entire walk. She adjusted her distance, now walking beside him, as they neared the front doors. Allowing her little prince's entry first, she closed the door gently behind her and walked up to the front counter, "Anita and Tango Bishop, we called earlier?" she let it come off as a question, hoping that they had that information close by. It always felt weird for her to talk to officials like that, made her feel sort of insignificant.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 4:51 pm
A cheery little blonde greeted Anita with a warm smile as she performed a nod and "Mmhm" simultaneously, while grabbing a prepared clipboard of paperwork. A sickeningly sweet giggle, "You're lucky miss. One of our best assistants is coming in soon and I've already prepared your appointment with him, so all we need now is for the completion of those few papers. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask." Perfectly timed, the telephone rang and the desk clerk excused herself from Anita, answering the call with an equally enchanting greeting.
- - - -
David pulled into the employee's parking slot with a yawn. God, it had been a long night. Reaching into his glove compartment, David's hand groped around within its dark interior until his fingers brushed against the familiar texture of his leather planner. He was never, everrrrr going to take that woman again. Sloppily scribbling down this note and throwing it back into the compartment, David turned his engine off and removed himself from the warm vehicle. With the lazy "bang" of his car door, David was met with mocking autumn breeze, forcing him to let out a small shiver. Oh how he wanted to go back home and just die in his sea of blankets.
But no. Work was work and money was money.
Entering through the clinic's back entrance, hands shoved deep into his pockets, David nodded in the clerk's direction as she finished her conversation on the phone. Her own nod of acknowledgment and then David entered the employee's break room. Throwing his large trench coat on the closest ledge, happening to be the back of a chair, he then reached the sink and washed his hands. Money was money, work was work. Work was money and money was money. David continued this little mantra in hopes of encouraging himself as he grabbed a stethoscope, threw it around his neck and then strolled, as happily as he could, towards the lobby. At least, from the clerk's minimal description, the guardian was a girl.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:11 pm
Nodding a quiet 'thank you' to the woman and taking the papers, Anita plopped herself down into one of the Lobby chairs. For now, she took Tango's leash and tied it up to the arm of the chair so both hands could be free to fill out the papers as necessary. They were all basic hospital questions, first about her as an owner, contact information, and then anything about Tango from his age to allergies, etcetera.
She didn't look up as a man entered, too involved in the papers and when she started working on filling out forms, she tried her damndest not to get distracted in the least. Tango, however, did just the opposite, and stood up off his haunches, nails clicking against the clean tile floor. She needed to cut those... Once again, his tail was awag and his ears were back. This new guy seemed interesting to the wolfhund, but Anita kept her attentions elsewhere until, finally, she clicked the pen closed.
A sigh of relief, she walked back up to the desk, running her hand lightly along Tango's back as she passed him. With a mutter, she announced that the papers were finished. The woman appeared to be on the phone again and she didn't want to speak over whoever was on the other end.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 1:47 pm
Opening the one simple yet intimidating door that separated patients from doctors with a fake smile now plastered onto his charming features, David raised a curious voice to the waiting guardians and animals, "Bishop, Tango?"
His stormy eyes scanned the room for any sign of movement or interest, flickering over an impatient puppy and some depressed ferret until his gaze fell upon a certain wiggling canine closest to him. It was a lot bigger than the majority of the other animals and yet it seemed the healthiest...and perhaps the most energetic. Tango's nails clicked the tiled floors excitedly and David raised an intrigued brow at it. Well, here was a sure sign of recognition. Crouching to pet the hyper breed, David then noted that the restricted dog was missing an owner. ...There was a girl with dark brown hair at the counter. There was a dog without an owner tied to a chair. Putting two and two together, David briskly walked up to the desk and swept up the clipboard just as it hit the counter top.
"Ms. Bishop, I suppose?" he purred, curious to see exactly what type of girl this owner was. His type or just a type.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 1:04 pm
Back at the seats, Tango seemed to be getting antsy, especially when the man walked towards Anita, letting out a short yip before just watching the two of them.
Her reaction was more quiet, but still attention grabbing; as soon as he took the clipboard she twitched and leaned back, her hands up in an almost "I surrender" fashion before she calmed, seeing it was just a member of staff. She hadn't even heard him walk over, Tango's excitement overshadowing most other noises for her.
Then she double taked.
It had been a while, but that face, the voice [though it was slightly more professional], it was all too familiar.
Her jaw nearly dropped, but she quickly put a hand over it. No, why was her initial reaction one that might bring attention? She tried whispering through her fingers, but it was too muffled, so she parted them, leaving her hand where it was, "You?" If she remembered right... David? No last name was coming to mind at that moment, but memories were flooding back like at the beach when she met up with Josh. She hadn't given it a second thought until now, ignoring things that weren't right in front of her was a speciality she had, but now there was no way to.
She lowered her voice, "From the elevator?" All she could think of now was what if she was wrong? She'd feel horrible for mistaking him for another, especially when her first reaction was quite standoffish. There was no excuse for that if she was incorrect.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 6:37 pm
That face. That face.
David waved a mental hand through his steadily accumulating but hazy memories of the obnoxious elevator fiasco. It had been a while, somewhere close to half a year, and David had shoveled the irritating thoughts to some forbidden closet in the back of his mind since then. But now, though he continued to swat pitifully at the twittering little recollections, truly hoping to forget the troublesome situation, the strength and numbers of the cognitive puzzle pieces greatened and rejoined themselves so tightly until there was no escape. It was time to remember. His pride, though, would not let Anita gain even the slightest "upper hand", whatever form it may take; He continued his professionalism with a faint smirk tugging at the sides of his mouth.
"Could you unwrap Tango please and then follow me?" David turned towards the door he had just appeared through a few minutes before and widened his charming smile. Redirecting his false cheerfulness towards the wriggling canine, he chuckled, expressing only the smallest recognition towards Anita's question, "I promise, I won't bite. Hard."
The last word was clearly addressed to Anita; David wondering what she thought of him now. Either way, he hoped he'd spark a different reaction in her than the one she currently possessed. A blush was much cuter than a suspicious glance.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 11:55 pm
With the smirk and tone he was using, there was no mistaking it, even without the dim light of the elevator.
David Nao.
Her own memories of the elevator incident floundered wildly towards the surface and she was forced to remember the embarassment of the small, once-moving cubicle that had forced them to--no, don't remember it!--strip. She kept a hand cupped over her mouth, not able to make eye contact after remembering that, and forced herself to keep staring at Tango to the point where she had barely registered David's request.
Giving a hurried nod, she dropped her hand like a lead brick and shuffled towards her wolfhond who had managed to get one of his back legs tied up in his leash in all of his excitement. Uttering a few hushed coo's to the dog she was able to untie him from himself and the chair, able to follow 'the doctor'.
In all of her flustered recollection it seemed as though she missed something he had said. For a few moments of walking, Anita tried to piece syllables and tone together to see if what little she had heard was salvagable.
Oh, yes. Yes, it was.
"I promise, I won't bite. Hard."
Her eyes were then acquainted with her feet. It was that one word tacked onto the end that caused her to recall a certain comment he had made to her in that elevator, "Black makes you look sexy." Oh, God, would he have remembered that? Her body then reacted the same way as it had when he first said it in that confined space, her face flushing rapidly so there was no hope of hiding it as they entered the room.
"Ah--ahm.. So, just a regular... check up..." one hand holding tightly to Tango's leash and the other swatting clumsily at her bangs to try and cover her flush since there was no hope of it tapering off before he turned around.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 7:43 pm
"This way then." A return to professionalism.
Opening the door in which he had entered through, he waited until the owner-canine pair had slipped past him before directing her to a smaller room on the right. Closing the door behind him, David motioned to a small chair against the wall, "Take a seat Anita."
As he returned to work mode, David felt exhaustion hit him once again. Work was work, money.. money ..women. After rinsing and drying his hands in a nearby sink, David seemed to waltz over to the duo, a hand lovingly caressing Tango's thick fur.
"You're such a good boy, Tango, but I wonder if it's only because your owner is such a naughty girl..?" David raised his charming smile and questioning eyes up to Anita, his playfulness returning in full force, before crouching lower to the canine. He gave it a small kiss on its furry head and then, in one swift motion, scooped the dog up into his arms and then onto a metal stand in the middle of the room. Thank God the majority of this dog was fur. Otherwise...David glanced back at Anita and let out a soft chuckle.. this would have left a very bad impression on her.
"Diet. What kind?"
He made sure to keep the question vague; He needed to reassure himself of how much interest she had in him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 3:44 pm
Anita obeyed, twice, as she followed him inside and subsequently sat herself where he motioned. Wordless, she watched him work without the faint blush that had arrived before and kept a look of neutrality.
Just how good was he at being a vet? She couldn't be sure, until she watched him, so her green eyes focused on her furred companion, her "brother", taking note of every motion David's hands made against his rust and grey flecked fur. Everything seemed to be going fine, Tango was not opposed to the man which said something. When the dog had first been acquired, his trust of men had been zero. Perhaps the fact that the majority of her friends were male had some say in that eventual acclimation.
"You're such a good boy, Tango, but I wonder if it's only because your owner is such a naughty girl..?"
Dammit.
Her lips parted, brow furrowed, and the slight color returned. This time, she made no motion to cover it. His professionalism was constantly wavering, how was it possible for him to be completely serious and straight faced one moment and then busting her chops the next? Of course, flirting wasn't what she assumed, no, the first thing that Anita figured was that he was making fun of her. The elevator thing, perhaps that was some flirtation, but she was half naked at the time.
Tango just wagged his tail happily, uttering a quiet rrf as he was picked up and placed upon the examination table. Skinny dog. David was lucky he wasn't fatter.
"Varied," she answered promptly, attempting to ignore the teasing he had done just a moment earlier, "Mostly dry food with some wet or chicken bits mixed in for dinner. My mother used to give him a lot of treats but I don't, so there might be some lingering unhealthiness from that. His stomach's really weak to bones, he'll throw up shortly after finishing one. Strictly rib bones, I haven't given him any others." Hopefully a sufficient answer; living alone with the dog, as she was, it made her know what was going on with him almost all the time.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:28 pm
"I see.." was the unexpectedly soft response.
His words and mannerisms returned to a professional level as he gently applied pressure with his hand to Tango's back, sliding the canine into a laying position, one side exposed to the veterinarian. A sweet smile. Then the Asian began to perform what seemed like a tender massage of the dog's ribcage and stomach, examining silently any bump or sense of muscle tension. David turned his eyes to Tango's face as he did this, wondering if any spot in particular caused the dog some form of pain.
"Now how often to you treat him to these rib bones? And what kind of treats in particular did your mother give him: hard ones? soft ones? chewy, flavored ones?" David mused. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Anita's status as a potential client was lost: There was no way he was going to be able to flirt with someone so devoted to her pet. He respected that kind of loyalty to animals and decided to make their relationship purely professional now, especially because she showed little romantic interest in him anyways..
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:43 pm
Tango did little more than obey, ears docking slightly when he was first rolled over but once he seemed comfortable enough they heightened. The dog's breathing was a little heavy, if only out of prior excitement, and he allowed his tongue to lol from his open mouth.
"Not often. Usually just one, whenever I have ribs--which is pretty rare--but he's sneaky and likes to steal things out of the garbage," she folded her arms, gaze drifting down to Tango who had taken to staring at her while she spoke. A small pink tip pushed past her lips at the tongue, whose tail did a lame flop in response. "Boy's a thief."
The matter of romantics wasn't so much a lack of interest with Anita; in fact, she was rather interested in trying out the dating game eventually as she'd never had a legitimate one, though several boyfriends. No, the true problem was her lack of experience which lead to her having problems catching onto actual flirting or advances if they were subtle. A might hard headed, she needed anything romantic spelled out to her by the pursuer. This usually didn't happen and a male friend would later explain the situation, to her embarrassment.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 3:45 pm
"Mmhmm. Well.."
David removed his caressing hands from the canine, leaving it with a lovely scratch behind the ears as he turned to Anita, a small, pleasant grin on his feature, "You better learn to cover your garbage more carefully, shouldn't you?"
With that, the Asian turned back around and, lifting a small stethoscope from his neck, pressed the cold metal against the dog's chest, listening to its heartbeat and the like. After a few more moments, he let out a gentle laugh and then pat the dog once more on the head before removing his stethoscope from its chest. Walking over to a nearby counter and rummaging through some of the shelves, David called out to Anita, "So do you guys go jogging together anywhere nearby?" It wasn't meant to sound like some kind of pick up line or anything but now that David had firmly placed "friend" on Anita, the man felt more comfortable around her and found that no question was too casual or personal.
He returned to the metal table with a small bone-shaped treat for Tango, offering it to the pet before lifting it back up and placing it back onto the tiled floor.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 4:03 pm
The teasing from David seemed to have ended rather abruptly, which she found both confusing and mildly amusing. Perhaps, by this point, they could both forget about the elevator incident entirely and work up on something from here, whether it was a professional or friendly relationship. Only time would tell which it would be.
"I'm investing in one with a top," she moved closer to Tango once it appeared his doctor was finished with the examination. The wolfhond flipped himself to a normal sit on the table, panting happily from the attention he had gotten. Another ear scratch from his 'sister' just added to his glee and resulted in his tail colliding with the metal tabletop. One of those trashcans where you pressed your foot down on a switch and it flipped open would be ideal but money was tight. If nothing else, she had a plan to move the kitchen trashcan into the laundry room and lock that door all night.
Where their jogs took place usually occurred in one of two locations, though she was attempting to spread herself out a fair bite more. "Sort of. It's usually around the block of my place or we go to the park. Sometimes have lunch there," the question prompted Anita's mind to begin forming some of her own. Did David have a dog, if he was a vet? It seemed strange, in her mind, that someone who takes care of animals might not have a pet of their own. Perhaps, if he did, he was asking to know if play dates or joint walking was a possibility? She was mildly excited for this to be the case.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:28 pm
David went to a nearby sink and began washing his hands carefully, listening what seemed to be, very intently to Anita's explanations. He ended with a lighthearted laugh though as he reached for some paper towels, "There's a place downtown on 15th street, called Louise's Little Things. If you're looking for something cheap but usable, that's where I'd recommend you to."
As he wiped his hands clean of whatever dog fur could be left on them, he turned back to Anita before throwing the paper towels away and sliding his hands into his lab coat pockets. The park sounded nice. He would make note to take their newfound Frei there when he got the chance. He was so excited about their new family member, though he hated to show it to his sister, this unmanly side to himself. That's when David picked up the subtleties lying in Anita's features. How could he have been so blind, even if she was a friend?
"No. I don't have any pets. Simply curious to see if you were one of those crazy owners to make their dogs jump on a treadmill or something," he laughed before heading towards the brunette. At the last second, though, the Asian turned and opened the door kindly for Anita and her pet, a warm smile plastered to his charming features, "Well it's been fun, but my other patients may get jealous from me having spent so much time with a beautiful creature such as yourself."
In this last note, he directed the compliment to Tango, laughing still. Friends or lovers, he was still going to joke around a bit.
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