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 Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 11:37 am
Quinn first reflex was to reach around whatever was laying next to him and pull it closer. Usually, it was Vale.
Wait.
Those abs didn't feel like Vale's.
His eyes shot open and he rolled back in surprise, falling off the bed with a startled noise. "Gack!"
He stood up and glared at Writ, as if it was all his fault for having different abs and scaring him.
After walking around and checking out the apartment, he determined that Writ's parents were asleep, too. They had all been drinking last night. Quinn had mostly abstained, but he had apparently fallen asleep with the rest of them. He gathered his belongings and made sure they were all generally together. Some stuff he had bought the day before was strewn about.
He spotted a leash and collar.
Despite what he was originally going to use this for, which was absolutely unimportant, it was perfect for the malicious use he now had in his head. He leapt onto the bed, straddled the sleeping Writ, and clipped it around his neck, attaching the leash afterwards.
He leaned down and kissed the sleeping dog.
"Waaaaake up, Writtikins. Time to go for a walk!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 1:40 pm
It was a groggy game of human dominoes. As Quinn turned over to touch Writ; He turned over to see his parents both on the floor with less clothes than he was comfortable with. Liquid coping did different things to different people. Writ couldn't blame them, certain death was a perfect excuse to do some graphic things. Writ just wished that they wouldn't do it right next to him. Even if he was passed out in a drunken stupor.
Click.
Writ felt the collar around his neck. He turned around to see Quinn, holding a leash.
"I don' wanna...." Writ moaned.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 6:10 pm
Quinn rolled his eyes, and leaned backward, pulling on the leash to bring Writ up to a sitting position.
"You are gonna," He informed the doggy, and continued to pull. "It is probably late, and you need a walk. You came off the boat, probably moped for a day, and then got drunk in here last night. You haven't had a decent walk in ages, and you'll start breaking things and chewing on shoes if I don't get rid of some of your energy."
He was absolutely positive about every part of this.
"Come on!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 7:15 am
Writ whined. Why wouldn't Quinn leave him alone? Even more so, how the hell did Quinn get into his apartment? He really needed to stop getting drunk, he was beginning to miss remembering things.
"But I like breaking things." Writ mumbled, "And shoes are tasty."
Were they ever. Finding a shoe in a trash can was the equivilant to striking gold to a coyote. It was the canine equivilant of chewing gum, and their flavor lasted for hours.
Writ turned a bit and shifted into his coyote form. He wasn't quite ready to face the world on two legs.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 9:23 am
He led Writ outside, and even shielded himself from the sun.
"Augh!" He winced, and squinted his right eye closed, leaving the other one open, since for some reason it hurt less.
"Sun hurts. It's probably already close to noon. I blame you on wasting my day! Do you want to go, to like, a park or something? Do they have parks here, or is it all hell like this part is?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 9:12 am
Writ gave the coyote eqivilant of a shrug, and pulled Quinn in the direction towards the fields. He was a bit worried about Quinn. Blacksuits were on higher alert here than they were back in Southern. Writ knew he could fit in pretty easily, but he didn't want to be seen, not yet.
"I hear there's a big field east of here" Writ said, it came out as a series of barks, but he was pretty sure that Quinn would understand.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 5:07 pm
"You're lucky I speak dog," Quinn reminded him, "Because otherwise you'd have no say in the matter." He followed Writ's directions, and headed to the field. "Maybe you find a girl dog there, or something. Just try not to get me into trouble. I don't want to have to pay fines for a rabid dog, and I'm pretty sure you haven't gotten your shots."
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 11:17 pm
Writ grunted. Please. He was a shape changer, not a bestiality enthusiast. There just wasn't any appeal in screwing the pooch. He gave out a few quiet grunts and barks, which translated into "Don't worry about it, I'll behave... as long as you do." Writ didn't see Quinn "Behaving" for very long.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 8:30 pm
Quinn nodded. "Fine." He let Writ lead him to the park. "But seriously. I don't have enough money to be paying any fines. If the dog police show up, you run and run fast, because I'm telling them you're a stray, if they ask about tags." By the time they reached the park, the sun had gotten brighter, and he shielded his eyes with his hand.
"Let's race!" Quinn grinned, unclipping the leash, and crouching low tot he ground. "All the way around the edge of the park, twice. Let's see if you can beat me as a dog. You ready?"
He didn't want for an answer. He got in a running stance.
"Ready...Set...GO!"
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Oliveman rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 6:13 pm
Writ snorted. Unless Quinn could fly with those feathers, he doubted that the guy was gonna win any kind of foot race against him. Four legs were better than two, after all.
There was also the few seconds head start he gave himself when Quinn unclipped the leash.
There were things that you just didn't do- like unleashing a wild dog on a populace that would freak if they saw anything wilder than a squirrel. In the eyes of the average Central citizen, Quinn was a very colorful zookeeper chasing after an escaped zoo convict, and they made an effort to get out of their way.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 7:18 pm
Quinn snorted, and stretched out of his kneeling position, reaching high into the air. The dog was off, running around like a hamster on crack.
"Ahhh, if only turning into a dog made you smarter, Writ." He laughed and sat down in the grass, waiting for the canine to realize he hadn't started running at all. He checked, and Writ was about halfway around the park.
He probably thinks he's way ahead of me. I think I'll take a nap.
He laid down in the grass and closed his eyes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 8:27 pm
Writ didn't circle the park twice, he circled it three times, just to spite Quinn. It seemed to him that he was in the lead, imagine his surprise when he saw his friend peacefully napping at the starting line.
Writ at this point began madly barking at the man, which was, roughly translated, "How the ******** did you get here so fast?"
He didn't even see him!
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