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Creighton rather liked the animal shelter. Not that he'd told anyone, but it was clearly visible in the way he'd always make time to stroll near it (or as near it as he dared - he knew of his little... problem around animals, and something told him it was counter productive to gaining a 'reputation' around these parts).

So thus, he would simply seat himself on a nearby bench, fence, tree even, and would hope one of the stray animals would grace him with a visit. Unfortunately, waiting and looking was a boring task, so he usually brought some form of entertainment with him. Today's form of strange entertainment consisted of performing surgery on a doll he'd either bought, or shoplifted earlier that day (Take your pick) with his pocket knife.

He sat on the ground today, his back against the wall of a mildly secluded corner that still allowed him to retain visual contact with the center in question. He'd not bothered to change clothes, and still wore the Hillworth uniform; most people that recognized it made an effort to walk around him, even when they failed to see the handiwork he was performing on the poor doll.

Creighton had been so entertained, he'd practically missed Lily walking out of the center with the labrador. It wasn't a puppy, but he still stopped mid swipe of his knife to regard the animal and girl carefully, in a way that was probably bordering creepy, if not unpleasant.

His attention had been, primarily, on the dog, to be honest. His eyes strayed up from the animal to the girl as she spoke though, a brow arching up in mild question, "What's it look like I'm doing?" he liked the dog, even without having interacted with it (after all, he'd yet to meet a critter, creepy crawly, or fuzzy animal that he didn't like). The girl on the other hand apparently did not merit much respect, specially if she had to ask such a silly question as that!

Besides that, he wasn't particularly sure the girl had an ounce of common sense; he'd been expecting her to either continue her walk without exchanging even a glance with him, or for her to have fled the scene. Most rational human beings did either or, so did that make this girl irrational?

Well, since she was here, he might as well see if he could motion the dog towards him; he was usually pretty good at doing that. While animals trusted him, humans did not. Thus, he allowed the poor, unfortunate doll to rest on his lap before gesturing for the dog to come to him silently.

A snort escaped Creighton as he turned his attention on the girl. To his credit though, he was managing to remain seated and had not yet openly insulted her, "Yeah," he said as he directed a feral grin her way, "You could say that there were major complications," to say the least; the doll looked horribly mangled and there was probably no real way to patch her up together again. Needless to say, the poor toy had seen better days.

His eyes racked over Lily's form, his grin still in place, almost as if he were trying to determine if the girl was as dumb as he thought she was. After all, she was still here, which was, in his opinion, a huge mistake on her part.

Creighton's thoughts derailed quite effectively as the dog tugged himself forward and sat down, allowing him to pet him. Again, the girl's words drew his attention towards her, though he did not stop scratching the dog behind his ears, "Yeah. I like 'im too," still though, the leer he shot her way should have sent her running for the hills.

The boy, in turn, chuckled slightly, his hand still scratching behind the dog's ear as he directed his attention over to Lilly, "Eh, not yet, no. There's still a bit of life in her, I think. Besides, even if she's destined for the morgue, it just means a biopsy is in order, so there's still some fun to be had," apparently, his words seemed to indicate that mangling it had been the plan all along.

A brow arched as the girl smiled over at him; the smile seemed genuinely happy, which Creighton did not really understand. Here he was, trying to the best of his ability to scare her off, and the girl wasn't budging. However, he had an inkling of a notion that this was more due to stupidity and naivety on her part, than actual bravery or tolerance. Snorting slightly, he resumed watching the poor dog; it'd seen better days, that was for sure.

As the girl grabbed the dog, he retracted his arm away from the animal and watched her, still with an arched brow, apparently trying to decide how to proceed. There were so many ways he could have taken advantage of the situation at hand that he wasn't quite sure which to pick - repercussions be damned. Still, even Creighton was conscious enough to understand that this probably wasn't the time or place for any of them, so he permitted the girl to continue to live in her little fantasy world. For the time being anyhow, "Creighton," he told her, "And of course I like 'im. It's people I don't really appreciate," a pause and a grin again, "And dolls, but that's beside the point, eh?"

"That's the beauty of toys; they can be put back together. Doesn't happen with real live things, sadly. When those are broke, they're broke," he was watching her with an arched brow from his place, as if still entirely unsure why she was still there. It was one thing when people left when he was being nice, but he wasn't entirely sure why the girl was sticking round, seeing as how he had been intentionally douchey to her, just to see what she'd do about it.

Funny how that worked.

"Yeah," he said, and then snorted at her following words, taking the moment to scratch the old dog behind his ears. Completely ignoring the girl, he pressed his nose to the dog's and smiled; there was something distinctly different about the smile he offered the animal. It was a real, honest to god smile, rather than the smirk he'd earlier showed the girl, "Hmmmm?" he turned his attention back up at her, and then down at the doll, "Dissection? Biopsy?" he offered the girl, reverting back to the previous, dangerous smirk, "Eeeeeh... that would mean the dog'd leave and--" he blinked as the girl fell over the dog, and he only had just enough time to get his right leg out of the way before she toppled over.

A snort, and then an actual chuckle, "You're kinna weird, you know. What the hell?" he finally let out a sigh, "Yeah, sure, whatever. Dog makes up for it," that, and girls didn't usually talk to him - figures that the one girl he's trying to creep the ******** out wouldn't bloody well leave. Huh, "Lili, huh? Won't you get into trouble if peeps see you hanging out with me? Not that I'm fussed, but what the hey."

"No? Well, hate to break it to you; you're extremely weird," and this was coming from the guy with green, messy, unruly looking hair that had been tearing a doll childishly apart with a pocket knife. There was probably something off about this particular scene, no doubt. Alas, he'd been considerably bored and technically didn't get a lot of conversation out of anyone. Specially not girls, so he performed a mental shrug and decided to go with it.

Besides, there was the dog to conciser too. It wasn't a puppy, and it was obviously a mutt, but it was great all the same, as far as he was concerned. There were much worse fates than talking to a girl (albeit a weird one) while getting to pet a dog.

As she spoke, his smirk showed again, though it was obvious he was trying rather hard not to look as amused as he felt, "Dude, no, I meant... Hillworth outfit and s**t. I wasn't talking about the shelter. I meant in general," a brow arched he tilted his head, looking a bit like a curious animal now that the initial douchery was gone, "I don't usually get this reaction from people. People usually judge right away. And I was sort of carving up a doll to boot - that doesn't bother you at all?" another snort was released, "Ehhhh... I don't think /I/ will get in trouble for hanging out with /you/, though you're bound to get weird looks. Just sayin' you know."