I’m disappearing from the rpc for a while (temporary probably). I just can’t seem to keep it as one of my interests right now, but I will be working on making a multimuse sometime down the road if I want to come back. I just feel like it was a mistake to jump into making a hub because I feel scattered and incomplete everywhere. So, yeah. It may just be a couple days it may not but I won’t come back until I know I can have time and have everything done for the possible blog.
“Someone has to do the grocery shopping.” Despite the bit of sass in her reply, Cindy couldn’t deny that such words were nothing but the truth. Can people read her like an open book, just like that? “But you could say so, yeah…”
❝ Really now ? I thought people just starved . ❞ He could play the little game too , but of course sassing constantly wasn’t how you make friends . ❝ Shame though , there are some lovely places where you can get a stellar view . If ya get any free time I’m sure I could show you . ❞ Always the charmer he was .
At the bark, Leo seems surprised. You’d think the dog actually understood him! Animals were usually STUPID, weren’t they? As he eyes the canine, he tilts his head in contemplation. Nah . . . not this one, anyway. Perhaps, he was the smartest on the streets with how he defended this area the way he had.
❝ You know what . . . I can wrap up that wound for you. Wouldn’t want it to get INFECTED & shit. ❞ Was he really talking to this dog? Maybe he should just leave it alone ———— but Leo was always the stubborn sort, even against his better judgement.
Take care of the wound ? It would probably be better than what Tramp could do , so as long it wasn’t something along the lines of stitches he was game . So to again communicate with the human , he barked then sat down careful to not put pressure on the wound .
However , once the wound was taken care of , Tramp would probably leave to go get some food from a nearby restaurant . Of course he couldn’t really give anything back , but maybe he could think of something to show he was grateful .
The racket had caught his attention, thus leading Leo to glance into the direction it came from. While uncertain what to expect, the sight of fighting dogs greeted him. Leo was never one to really like animals all that much, but when one dog, the smallest of them all, came out on top ———— a silly part of him felt IMPRESSED. Looks like this one had guts.
Then, he took notice of the WOUNDS. ❝ Shit . . . that’s gotta hurt. ❞ Carefully, with an almost awkward shuffle to his steps, Leo moved closer to the canine. A hand outstretched to gesture at it. ❝ But, hey! You sure showed them WHO’S BOSS around here. ❞
Tramp’s ego is boosted when Leo spoke up and his nasty war face was replaced by a sweeter one . However , he was right --- on both accounts . The wounds hurt like hell , but the sweet victory and his home secured for a little while longer .
To reassure that Leo wasn’t just talking to himself , and because now Tramp had nothing to do , he sat down and barked in response , his tail wagging to show how pleased he was for getting the praise he deserved .
The fight was , understandably , loud and quite vicious . Tramp after all , was defending his territory . But , surprisingly as Tramp is on most occasions the underdog , he won with a few bites and scratches . So there he is , walking with a limp back to his own safe place .
❝ Iris , right ? You dropped this . ❞ With that said , he sets the sketchbook beside the cyclops . Of course he isn’t going to leave just yet , he’s waiting for confirmation that he got the monster right .
❝ You don’t get out much do ya ? ❞ Call it a hunch , but he was pretty sure she hasn’t really got to live for a while . He’d like to pride that skill of knowing how to read people , but it was more of a necessity for his social standing .
❝ This guy go missing or somethin’ ? ❞ Curiosity killed the cat so lets hope it doesn’t do the same with the dog . But hey, who can blame him ? He was a curious guy when questions were made so directly .
AT LEAST HE SEEMED REASONABLE, which helped keep her from feeling she had to be on guard so suddenly. Strange mutts coming around just put her on edge, and Georgette didn’t like to feel THREATENED. It usually just came from other show dogs, but lately she was dealing with far too many canines from the streets ( or at least just Oliver’s gang, but that was enough right there ). “Oh, well, I’ll need something of a d e s c r i p t i o n if you’d like some help. It isn’t that Dodger one, is it? Or is it a human you seek?”
❝ Nope, different canine. She goes by the name of Peg ? Small, long-haired, not as pretty as you, blue eyes, beige fur ? Seen a gal like that around here ? ❞ It was a bit of a risky shot with flattery, but maybe it would remove some tension out of the air . But no matter what he knew it would all be okay.
“ANOTHER ADMIRING mutt or–” worse, “one of Oliver’s friends? You weren’t part of his little pack before so far as I remember. But I SUPPOSE I could show you to him if that’s why you’re here. Otherwise, you could be on your way, your stench is going to make my fur curl improperly.”
I could say the same thing with . . . WHATEVER that is coming off of you . . . Is what he’d like to say , but didn’t. Being sassy and rude wouldn’t get him the answers he wanted. The perfumes , expensive shampoos and conditioners , plus the makeup ADDED into a stench he didn’t care for , so it just added to the challenge. ❝ I’m just hoping to find someone . Once I’m gone I’ll stay GONE ( willingly ) so just spare me these few quick minutes , I’m sure your admirers would love you even more. ❞