vingt-six † puppies come in all kinds

[ex_seventh238]

[Phone - Public]

Good morning! This call is addressed to anyone who might be interested in keeping a pet. I have... a number [because hell naw she's not going to say 15 on the phone provided a few didn't get lost along the way already] of Scottish Terrier puppies that are looking for new homes. They're around a year old, purchased at the pet store here a few months back. The previous owner can no longer take care of them, so I was hoping that maybe others would like to adopt them into a different household instead. They're docile around people and enjoy playing outside a lot, they're also all fit and in good health. [Not a direct result of being intimidated at will, forbidden from showing their muzzle in the house when a certain household member is also around, and forced to look for their own food half the time because the food's limited in the backyard, nope... THESE PUPPIES DON'T HAVE SPADES TO SPOIL THEM ANYMORE, but they do look ok and they're drone animals so no one can tell. SHHHH....] If you'd like to meet them in person, please feel free to drop by at 1125 Taylor Road at any time this afternoon. Thank you for your time!

[Action]
I. Taylor Road ;; Afternoon
[there is like

a dozen or something of Scottish Terrier puppies wrestling with each other on the front lawn. Ciel's somehow managed to gather them together after all, what a miracle... She doesn't look too enthusiastic about this, though, adjusting her glasses as she gives the animals a flat stare.

Close by is an angelic boy dressed in white with short and smooth black hair loitering by the fence. ...Oh wait, maybe that boy is the reason for her indifferent mood. Ciel's never happy when Merem (splitthebaby) is around, is she? But Merem at least seems to be enjoying himself with the puppies. It's not like he can talk to animals and is here to judge any potential pet owners because he cares more about drone animals than humans or anything, NOPE

Approach?]

((OOC: Joint prompt with Merem Solomon, tags will be separate to make it easier for everyone o/))

II. Church ;; Evening
[Business as usual. If the Sister isn't in the front pretending to be reading the Bible but actually working on less holy things busying over something, you can probably find her in the back kitchen. The lights are all on there, easily noticeable from the side windows to any outsider. That means the place is open for tea and sweets and dubious sound spiritual advice for any wary of mind. Got nothing especially interesting planned for the night? Why not drop by? Everyone's secretly heretical anyway.]

III. Church ;; Night
[It's past 10pm, and the lights are out. ...That is, except for a very dim one placed above the door to the back entrance of the Church. A robed figure slinks out, headed towards the small cluster of woods past the storage shed. It's late and no one really comes to the Church except for select losers. Yeah, this may look fishy, but Ciel can totally take a few steps around her own Mayfieldian natural habitat without getting accosted, right.

...Maybe...]

IV. Around town ;; Late Night
[Patrol as usual. As we know, old habits can be hard to break. It's not like anything exciting ever really happens after midnight in Mayfield, but heck, Ciel HAS gotten a few kicks in the past stalking vampires and scaring them without actually doing anything because lol OP vampire hunter with all her regains back. GIVE THEM A TASTE OF THEIR OWN MEDICINE, HAH.

...ER, that is. She'll be swinging by the streets, traveling by hopping lamp posts and roofs and etc as usual, gonna stop by the park and downtown a bit to ultimately end up at Makeout Point. The view is nice, alright... And there just might be something up there, that she may or may not wanted to check up on. Also out for a midnight stroll? You might just run into her! ...Or she might end up stalking you for a bit. Hey, she never denied her line of work to be questionable...]

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[ex_seventh238]

[you can't escape it...]

Of course I do~

[sips her tea casually

(no she doesn't she's bsing through and through...........)]

[encored]

[this isn't the future he wanted...! but he is giving her a very distrustful Look™ since he's apparently already forgotten that Merem is the pet whisperer and doesn't otherwise associate any animal people with her. FOR ONCE HE DETECTS BS WHEN SHE HANDS IT TO HIM

too bad it's a completely inane topic with nothing of value to learn...]

They must make for lively conversation, constantly recounting everything their cat or dog has done in a day. [huffs and takes another bite of his cake]

[ex_seventh238]

[you're part of the churchies

this automatically guarantees you being stuck with a future you never asked for

deal

it bounces off her like usual... there's that too but sdgaf about merem even if he does have stories to tell.

...it's still progress. BE PROUD...]

Ah, not that much. The subject of pets isn't quite as mundane as that of the weather, but it's good for small talk once in a while. Wouldn't you agree at least to that much?

[encored]

[where can he get a refund this is terrible

they have such a fantastically solid relationship as co-workers, those two... but yes even a tiny step forward of progress is still progress. THINKING POSITIVELY!!]

I prefer it over talk of the weather on most occasions, but idle chatter isn't exactly my cup of tea. [nothing social is his cup of tea... he tips the remainder of his cake over onto its side to go after the topping absentmindedly] Speaking of, did you manage to rid yourself of the majority of them?

[ex_seventh238]

[would you undo your own birth charles...

yes they do yes they do /sagenods. prepare to receive more gold stars!!]

You should have gotten used to it though, if you're to survive over 2 years in a place like this. [yes keep eating and if you want seconds just speak up] Mm, I managed to give away about half of them, so it's been good enough, I think! [you just may not want to ask what she plans to do with the rest of them...]

[encored]

[he's contemplated this before but that still isn't a very good consolation prize!!

oh good, gets the star basket ready...!]

I've survived nearly three and I've managed perfectly well without a deluge of mundane topics. [mostly because all of the drones he has to deal with frequently are kept in the basement whoops] But I'm certain Merem is quite put out that you managed to give away so many. He seemed dead set on scaring away potential owners or something like that earlier.

[ex_seventh238]

[so has the rest of us

one of us, one of us...]

But what doesn't break you must make you stronger, right? That's how the saying goes. [ciel that's not an appropriate time to make use of that...] Oh, I don't care about him. He probably had a mind to, but it's not like he's the one whose husband went ahead and got so many for a ridiculous reason to begin with. [she gets the final say!! so there. and you've never seen anyone declare not caring with a brighter face than hers right now, have you charles...

#churchieissues]

[encored]

[THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS]

I don't think a series of dull conversations could make or break any person. Drive them to a headache, perhaps, but it's not exactly a hurdle to leap. [you wouldn't think that with how much he bellyaches about having to converse with people normally]

Clearly not, or you wouldn't have been giving them away in the first place. It's just a little surprising that so many people managed to walk away with a dog. [they all seem to have expression+emotion dissonance problems... and he can't help it GONNA ASK THE DREAD QUESTION] What of the others? Will you be having another give-away?

[ex_seventh238]

[face it it's fate...]

But still easy to overcome, right? You're fiiine, Charles~ [waves hand dismissively!!]

I'm glad, at any rate. The rest? Hmm... Maybe sneak them back into the pet store, possibly. [no one knows how true that statement is

no one

not even herself

but it's among the least worrisome of the possibilities, isn't it...]

[encored]

[this fate is no good]

Of course I'm fine. [HUFFS and stabs into the remaining tiny bit of frosting and berries like a miffed brat.]

I do hope for your sake that they won't manage to find a way back if you drop them off. [it'd be like hachiko only less tragic and with half a dozen puppies with an unwilling owner!!]

[ex_seventh238]

[just embrace your true calling already


aww you're going to make her ruffle your hair at this rate... :>]

Ah, they won't, I'll make sure of that. [nothing ominous about it!] Thank you for the concern though, Charles. It's appreciated!

[encored]

[everything is downhill from there....

no terrible. he'll finish off his cake after that, placing his fork and plate closer to the center of the table without any "I'M IRRITATED" clinking. miracles.]

It's not out of concern for you. [or the puppies, really... he just doesn't want to somehow get suckered into adopting any more pets which is sadly a large possibility if she were to ever try getting rid of more.] I trust in your ability to manage the affairs of your previous pets.

[ex_seventh238]

[always and 5ever...

she'll take what she can get]

Thank you for your faith nevertheless, Charles. [don't worry she won't, tsunpuppy was perfect enough as it is.] Would you like seconds?

[and now back to stuffing faces...]

[encored]

[his house is slowly becoming the House of Tsun complete with an entire entourage of tsun animals...

but surprisingly, he raises a hand to the question and shakes his head.] One piece is enough for me, thank you.

[ex_seventh238]

[should turn it into a tsun museum and charge visiting fees...]

It's no problem. Would you like to take the rest home, then? [how prim and proper...]

[encored]

[that is a much more wholesome way to make money than mugging and eating people! maybe he should consider this...]

If you don't wish to keep any, I wouldn't mind. [when does he ever turn down more food?? outside of the rare tantrum, of course, but he's not in too terrible a mood today.]

[ex_seventh238]

[see full of healthy suggestions right here]

I'll pack it up, then. Would you be interested to have it again with another type of berries, maybe in a week or two? [still the classiest when it comes to eating and accepting food...]

[encored]

[it's so good to have the occasional wayward voice of reason]

I wouldn't mind. Perhaps a week instead of two, since the berry season is almost over. [and because he's an impatient fattydingdongs who doesn't want to wait that long to indulge again...] Is that all right?

[ex_seventh238]

[that's what she's here for]

Of course, but I'm not hearing any suggestions yet. Strawberry? Blueberry? Cherry? Raspberry?

[bonus: you can rub it in your fellow fattydingdong's face that you get first dibs on all the fancy stuff because you're the only one who asks for them...]

[encored]

St-- [wait no those go out of season first] Raspberries ought to do.

[how does she know him so well that's pretty much exactly what he's going to wind up doing. not his fault if no one else takes initiative when it comes to food, clearly.]

[ex_seventh238]

[stay classy charles only you would care so much about this]

I'll be sure to do this again a week from now. [one week exactly so you'll know perfectly when to show up! so considerate. go forth and find an excuse to be able to brag, at least then charles'll get a legit shot to cause enough ~misery~ so that he may feast upon the tears of someone else...] Does that sound okay?

[encored]

[having extremely picky taste is hard sometimes]

I'll be here a week from now, then. [prompt on the day, fashionably late on the hour! yes this is going to be a good week filled with delicious cakes and the delicious tears of crying heartbroken fattydingdongs.

he finishes up the remainder of his tea and scoots the cup over near his empty plate before standing from the table as well.]

[ex_seventh238]

[it's so hard and NO ONE UNDERSTANDS these plebeians!!!]

Around the same time? No hold-ups next time, that I promise!

[good good she'll gather the dishes up onto the tray then, standing herself with her chair already pushed back under the table. Ready to carry them off to the sink and gonna be washing them shortly, etc.]

[encored]

[PRETTY MUCH. charles problems are the toughest problems, and filled with so many peasants.]

I'll hold you to that. [does this mean he now has a hand in condoning her beating Seven to a bloody pulp whoops... welp he's not going to let it bog his conscience down!! much like anything else... with a nod, he turns to take his leave.] Good day.

[ex_seventh238]

[whether he does or not she'd approve so we're all cool here. She'll pack the rest of the cake carefully up too and have him carry it off in a sturdy box, then.] Have a nice evening, and please do take care!