61; action/dictated

[gottaknockhard]

[Maybe it's all the weird shit that keeps happening that drives Spike to do something completely normal, because today he's outside walking a dog. (The one he couldn't get rid of even after he disappeared for a few days.) Either that, or the dog wouldn't leave him alone until he got out of his room.

Judging from his face, he isn't enjoying it as much as Ein is. Just keeps his eyes forward and walks like a zombie in a puffy coat through town.]

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[Later -- Spike can be found in the castle lobby, trying to sleep on a couch while a dog is nearby, busy working to get his journal open. It's only when he starts barking at it that Spike looks over to see what he's doing.]

Let me know if you get to the bottom of it. [When Ein lifts his head up in response, he smiles slightly. Sometimes it's almost like he understands.] Or use it as a chew toy. You'll get better use out of that thing than I do.

[That thought amuses him as he closes his eyes and rolls back over to nap, completely missing the soft whine coming from his roommate. The exciting life of a cowboy.]


ooc: open to action anywhere or the journal!

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[samson]

[Brock might have a sixth sense when it comes to females. He immediately knew Maladict was a girl, too.

He gives Ein another glance...]

I didn't know you two knew each other. [READ: I thought you hated kids, Spike.]

[gottaknockhard]

[He obviously surrounds himself in things he hates so he has enough to bitch about. Doesn't everyone do that...]

Apparently enough. [To get her dog pawned off on him he means. Anyway--] I'll give her a week.

[samson]

[No, nobody does that at all. Spike is just a trendsetter, as always.]

A week to come back? How long's she been gone?

[gottaknockhard]

[Must be a Future Thing.]

... [Time questions are always hard for him. He thinks for a minute.] A few months.

[samson]

[At least he came up with an answer.]

Huh. Yeah, I don't know, man. If she comes back and you don't have him anymore, you think she'll be pissed?

[gottaknockhard]

You think she'd find out?

[Ein barks right after he asks. Always interrupting... so rude.]

[samson]

If somebody else is walkin' around with her, yeah ...

[SERIOUSLY does this dog know what they are saying. Dog... no...]

[gottaknockhard]

[Well, he hasn't had much luck giving him away in the first place.]

It's a risk. [Ein is tilting is head and staring at Brock now. Pleading for him to reason with Spike or just a coincidence...]

[samson]

[Brock stares back at Ein. NO... DOG.....]

I guess.

I don't know, man. I'd feel bad giving up Church. [Church is nowhere near as intelligent (???) as Ein, but he knows his name, so now he's staring at Brock, too.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Pfft. Spike isn't capable of feeling bad about anything, so that shouldn't be a problem.]

She named it Church?

[samson]

Churchill. He answers to both.

[Hence why Church is staring more intently at Brock now. Does he have treats or something, what's going on, why does he keep saying my name...]

[gottaknockhard]

[Weird dog name from a weird girl. (He might have heard it once before, but who remembers those things?)]

Glad to see you've gotten to know each other.

[samson]

Yeah, having a dog isn't that bad. Companionship or whatever ...

[A casual attempt at convincing Spike that he should keep Ein. He's kind of cute.]

[gottaknockhard]

[It's pretty sad if he has to resort to a dog for companionship. But he's not the married one, so he gets where Brock would.]

That's what they like to tell you.

[samson]

[excuse u, spike!!! being married is great, he gets sex like, all the time.]

Let me guess -- you didn't even have pet fish growing up.

[gottaknockhard]

[He figures that's the one thing holding that marriage together. Or he would figure that, if he gave any thought to it at all.]

Maybe if it hadn't cost so much to feed them.

[samson]

[That's pretty accurate, anyway. The sex and their mutually unhealthy, decades-long obsession with each other, basically. JEALOUS???]

Yeah. Processed brine shrimp flakes really breaks the bank.

[gottaknockhard]

[A little bit.]

Times were tough.

[samson]

Inflation's that bad in the future?

[gottaknockhard]

[He was a pickpocket when he was a kid, Brock. If he caught a fish, he ate it.]

I don't want to spoil it for you.

[samson]

[A future where pickpockets still exist? But electric cars were supposed to fix everything!]

Thoughtful.

[gottaknockhard]

[There's a reason he doesn't talk about the future often. It's depressingly the same... But with more spaceships.]

I try to be.

[samson]

[What a letdown.

Brock looks back down at the dogs. Church doesn't really look like he wants to maul Ein or anything, so apparently it's just Spike that he hates. Go figure.]

Well, I should get going. Good luck with the dog, man. Lemme know if you need any help with him.

[gottaknockhard]

[He's walking a dog, Brock. He obviously needs help.]

Yeah, I'll see you. [Ein's ears perk up, and he gives a farewell glance at Church before trotting back over to Spike. He's going to have to work to patch that one up...]