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...]

Comments

[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!