14th Design [accidental video]

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[The camera clicks on into a semi-dark bedroom. The early morning sun shines weakly through curtains and blinds to show a bed, covers all askew. An alarm goes off and the covers move as whoever is underneath them starts to slide out of bed...

...and falls to the floor with a surprised bark.

From the far edge of the bed, the head of adog and blinks a few times. A paw is clumsily set on top of the covers and he looks at it, eyes wide.

With the alarm still going off in the distance, you can just hear a soft whine as the dog looks at his paw again, and then over to the alarm clock.

It's going to be a very long day.]

[ooc: We're just going to assume that all three of the dog icons are of the same dog, mmmkay? They're close matches but not perfect. Today Cinna is an Italian Greyhound which is like a "toy" version of a normal greyhound. He's about 20 inches tall at the shoulder and weighs about 18lbs.

Apartment-mates can probably hear the alarm (if they're not cursed themselves) and action for them is welcome. Heck, if anyone wants to action something out he will be walking around the City later in the day. Just because he's a dog doesn't mean he can't go check on construction at the shop. Anyone else will have to be video.

Also, I'll tag when I get back this afternoon, I just wanted to get this up now.]

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[Fortunately for Angela, last night was chilly enough that she didn't chose her usual nightwear of nothing at all. Her shirt is pulled over her head just before she realizes Cinna the Dog is watching, looking just a little too happy.

Angela isn't ashamed to be naked, but this is weird enough to make her flip the device camera-lens down on the bed.]

Sorry, but that's just creepy.

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[Cinna gives a barking laugh when everything goes black on screen. Picking up the device in his teeth, he pads into the living room and manages, after a few false starts, to prop it up against some books. Now replaced, he can jump on the couch and lay down, waiting for her to turn the device back over... or not.]

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[Ten minutes later, Angela's back on screen, freshly washed, brushed, and dressed in sweats and baseball cap. Not the most fashionable thing to wear to visit a stylist in, but this ain't a fashion show. Cinna will have to hold whatever judgmental opinions he has.]

You moved.

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[Giving a short bark, Cinna wags his tail. See, nice and comfy. You know you want to join him.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Well, give her a few minutes, dog... er, Cinna. She's making her way out of the apartment and down to the elevator, juggling a plastic bag in one hand and the network device and a pair of brown knees high boots in the other. This'll be difficult to keep up all the way there.]

I know you'd prefer to see my face as much as I'd love to see yours, but I'll have to switch modes and put this thing in my pocket.

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[Cinna nods and yawns. It's okay, he can take a nap while you walk. In fact, he'll lean over and... try to turn off the device. Actually he's going to knock it off the coffee table and growl at it before pawing at it until it turns off.]

simple spelling g-o-d, same words backwards d-o-g;

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[Message received, indeed.

It's exactly fifteen minutes between places and soon Angela's standing in front of Cinna's door, boots dropped off at Finnick's (Nicki's?) across the hall, but the bag is still around. It's only by pure habit that she knocks on the door before it swings open by itself.]

Cinna? It's me, Angela.

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[Paws and the head of a happy-looking dog appear over the back of the sofa and there's a couple of excited barks echo in the apartment. There's also a wagging tail and he realizes he's fighting the instinct to rush over there and jump on her.

Oh, who is he kidding, he vaults off the couch and hurries over, circling her once before putting his paws on her thigh.

Angela? Can totally scratch his ears if she wants to.]

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[A smile breaks out on Angela's face when she spots the Greyhound. To be honest, she's half expecting him to go to town on her poor leg, but the excited greeting is a nice ego stroke.]

Hey, easy now. I don't think you've had the chance to figure out your bladder just yet and these sneakers are new.

[He does indeed get scritches from her, only because Angela's running on muscle memory since Biscuit greets her the same exact way and well, Cinna does make an adorable dog. She couldn't help it if she tried.]

You'll have to let me loose if you want to eat, babe.

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[There's a growl - give him some credit, Angela. Still he gets down and sits nicely on the ground, tail still wagging. He's not sure he knows how to control that.]

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I want you to repeat that when you can talk again.

[The grin never leaves. It sticks all through her walk to the kitchen and the plating of leftover chicken and rice, still warm from a quick trip in Angela's microwave. But suddenly, it disappears as Angela glances between the dinner table and the floor as she holds the plate in the air.]

Um... is the floor easier for you?

[Easy decisions that curses make so hard.]

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[The paw comes up and across his face again. This is not dignified in the least. But when the paw comes down, he taps it on the floor twice. He may have managed to figure out indoor plumbing, but this?]

[thenormalsquint]

[Dignity? There is no dignity. Nobody in the City gets to have any. At least it's just him and her in this kitchen and her device is in her pocket, away from any prying eyes.

The plate is gently placed on the floor and she camps out next to it, back against the cabinets.]

Bon appétit.

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[He trots over and sniffs at the meal before taking a bite. He looks at Angela and gives a short bark and a few nods of the head in thanks before he continues to eat. It's really good.]

[ooc: I'm going to leave that other thread there - any assumptions you want to make?]

[thenormalsquint]

[Now that message Angela can get.]

Don't mention it. Be glad I didn't bring you a can of Biscuit's food.

[Another joke because what else can she say at a time like this? Cinna's a dog, she's a human, and if he's lucky, he gets to change back at midnight. But 12am's so far away and then Angela gets a very depressing idea in her head.]

I'm gonna have to walk you after this, aren't I?

[Ah, the things we do for love.]

[ooc: Not really? I guess they just went to dinner and then picked up where they left off, unless you want them to wait and make it really important or something, which is fine with me either way. Sorry it took so long to reply. I accidentally fell asleep like a moron lol]

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[Cinna pauses, finishes his bite and shakes his head in a negative fashion. You really don't want to know the details, but he has managed to make indoor plumbing still work.

Mostly.]

[OOC; /FACEPLAMS - That was supposed to be a question, were you okay with leaving it there or did you want to continue? God, my head. So sorry, I just reread that and- a;sldhga. But if that's a natural place to end it, I'd like to assume that they picked up where they left off after dinner - Cinna's a gentleman, but it's been far too long for him not to enjoy what Angela's offering him, especially after coming close not once, but twice.]

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[Angela breathes out her relief. However Cinna figured out how to do his business is his business. She really doesn't need or want to know now or later.]

Oh thank god. I like you, but I didn't think that would be part of the deal.

[ooc: I understood lol Don't worry about it. And I'm fine with leaving it there because it's also been too long for Angie and she is more than willing to ignore anybody judging the concept of sleeping together on the first date lol. We could play things out another time when I am less braindead and I can give you quality tags.]

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[Giving a light ruff of agreement, Cinna finishes his breakfast... lunch... whatever this is. Gingerly stepping on the edge of the plate, he's able to grab it with his teeth, and holding it out to Angela his eyes dart towards the sink twice, a silent request to help him keep the kitchen clean.

He's really feeling the lack of height and, you know, hands.]

[ooc: Actually, Cinna considers it the second, so... it's all good?]

[thenormalsquint]

[Pushing herself up, Angela takes the plate and rinses it off just as requested. The longer she spends around Dog!Cinna, the easier it is to parse his charades messages.

Absently drying her hands on her sweatpants, Angela glances down at him, looking a little lost.]

So, what do we do now? Usually, I would walk Biscuit right now, but since you're not actually a dog and we already cleared that issue up...

[ooc: True, true. Either way, doesn't matter lol]

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[He considers for a moment, then stretches his neck to pull a little at the edge of her sweatshirt, tugging her backwards towards the sofa.]

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[She stumbles back a bit, taken by surprise, but yet she's laughing all the way to the living room.]

Okay, okay. I get the message.

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[He jumps up on the sofa and circles twice before sitting down, waiting for her to join him. He jumps off once to paw at the small television, turning it on to whatever dvd had been left in the player before heading back to the sofa.]

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[A snort, a very unladylike one, comes from Angela as she watches him turns around just like an actual dog would do before finding his sweet spot on the couch. The television's on, and a DVD Angela doesn't recognize is playing--there's nothing much more she needs to do but take off her shoes and join him.]

Come here. [Angela lies back and waves her hand for him to lay on top of her.] You know you want to.

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[Can a dog show mock indignation? If so, this is what it looks like. Complete with a poor, pity, me whine. Still, he doesn't hesitate to make himself comfortable with a little tail wag and a short lick of her cheek for good measure.

What's the use of being stuck in this form if he couldn't enjoy it a little?]

[thenormalsquint]

[A dog certainly can and Angela certainly catches that look, but yet he's still curling up to her. Even as a dog, a man is the same as usual. But a man will never get this intense rubbing of his ears between her fingertips.]

Be careful. I'll make you sleep on the floor.