The Flower of the Crossroads

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"Hey, don't you get pissy with me!" She growled right back at him. "I did my best to take care of you, and you weren't exactly helpful on that front. Like it or not that's your sh- stuff," damned sensoring in front of little ears. It would be a blessing when she was able to give them back to their mother.

"All I can say is that you refused a real bed. I tried, and when I tried you would make a nest out of my dirty laundry. Trust me, I wasn't fond of it, either." She really didn't like it, but what else could she do or say? It was either a dog bed or he was going to town on her uncleaned socks.

"Don't be mad at me, these are things you liked and enjoyed. I don't want them hanging around me. I can't use them, and they aren't mine." What was his problem? This was his life, even if he didn't like it. "I don't care what you do with them. They're your belongings, I don't want them. I dunno, keep them to the side for if you start mooing again."

#askengiecow #p003

"Miss Cerise, while ah do appreciate ya sendin me mah...things," he stared at the box the sheep had been stuffed in, away from the eyes of his coworkers. "Ah think there's some things ya didn't mean to ship out here."

He looked into the box with a frown as he cradled the phone against his shoulder and ear.

Though the buffer to polish his horns was rather nice he had to admit...

@carminecrossroads

"No, no, those should be all your things." She racked her brain trying to figure out what all she put into the box. "I don't think I'm missing anything, so they must be yours."

In the background childish screams of glee erupted. How on earth did she get stuck with babysitting duty?! On her own?! "Yo, crotch goblins, keep it down! Play quietly! I'm on the phone." Although, judging by the sound level, her instructions went unheeded to the kids in her care.

"Why, you think I sent you something by accident?" This was directed to Taurie. "What do you have questions about?"

“Well, unless ah got a dog while ah was... with you, and don’t remember.” Taurie shrugged.

Much of his time with the woman was a blur, his head having not been right when she found him. Hearing a fraction of the way he acted he figured it was probably a blessing or else he’d be in a perpetual loop through respawn due to embarrassment.

“Didn’t phone up at a bad time did ah?” He asked, pulling the phone away from his ear as the screaming children ran past. Did she have kids? He didn’t think so...

“The uh, lil’ones givin’ ya a hard time?” He asked carefully.

"It's as good a time as any," she sighed. "Thankfully they're just toddlers," if there was ever such a thing as just toddlers.

"No, you didn't like dogs. You couldn't even stand my kitten," for some weird reason. She couldn't see how anyone would harbor loathing for her creamy fluffball.

"Those beds are yours. I tried getting you to sleep on a trundle bed, but you would make a nest out of my dirty clothes and want to sleep there. Just to keep you out of my delicate undies I bought you some dog beds. You cried in bliss when you got them." Were they in person she would have shrugged the statement off. "Apparently you felt safe and secure in them."

#askengiecow #p002

"Miss Cerise, while ah do appreciate ya sendin me mah...things," he stared at the box the sheep had been stuffed in, away from the eyes of his coworkers. "Ah think there's some things ya didn't mean to ship out here."

He looked into the box with a frown as he cradled the phone against his shoulder and ear.

Though the buffer to polish his horns was rather nice he had to admit...

@carminecrossroads

"No, no, those should be all your things." She racked her brain trying to figure out what all she put into the box. "I don't think I'm missing anything, so they must be yours."

In the background childish screams of glee erupted. How on earth did she get stuck with babysitting duty?! On her own?! "Yo, crotch goblins, keep it down! Play quietly! I'm on the phone." Although, judging by the sound level, her instructions went unheeded to the kids in her care.

"Why, you think I sent you something by accident?" This was directed to Taurie. "What do you have questions about?"

#askengiecow #p001

@carminecrossroads

Max chased a German Shepherd puppy into the Spy’s room. The dog was carrying Max’s best ducky boxers in its teeth and the poor Soldier was desperately clinging to his towel as he ran. “Zhat is my last clean pair!” he lamented, begging the puppy to drop them. The pup, however, was all tail wags at this new game. “Help me!” he begged, looking to his former teammate for assistance.

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"Well, let's see what some freeze-dried duck pieces will do." It was possibly the safest option for the pup; as desperate as Maxwell was, she still didn't want the dog to be sick because of what she gave him. Not to mention she finally remembered where she put them.

"Apf... Ap-koo-ken," she tried to pronounce the mischievous pup's name, failing spectacularly. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she gave up. "Yo, Apple Cookie, com'ere. I want you to try this." Gently pinching a treat between her fingers she crouched down and offered it to the canine. "Yes, it's for you. Sniff it, com'on, you know you want it. It's duck. My kitten loves these, and I bet you will, too."

“…Apple Cake. Or Apple Pie, but I prefer Apple Cake.” He sighed and watched Cerise trying to coax the dog over.

The puppy crept over cautiously, curiosity winning over. He dropped the shorts to take the treat. When Max grabbed them, the poor pup looked so betrayed. “Ha! Mine! You fell for new treats, huh? Oldest trick in zhe book!” He sighed as he surveyed the damp spots and tears in his shorts. “You are so grounded…”

#privatemaxwell #p006 #ducky boxers

"Aw, Max, don't gloat," she cooed, going to scritch behind the pup's ear. The dog already looked so betrayed that she didn't think it needed the gloating on top of it all. Even if she had tricked Apple Cake, she wanted to make friends. As a peace offering she held out a few more treats in the palm of her hand.

"I can't do anything about them needing a wash, but do you want me to fix the holes?" She was the daughter of a tailor, after all. She tried to look over the shorts to see the extent of the damage. "It shouldn't take me too long to repair." There weren't any big holes or tears from her angle on them.

@carminecrossroads

Max chased a German Shepherd puppy into the Spy’s room. The dog was carrying Max’s best ducky boxers in its teeth and the poor Soldier was desperately clinging to his towel as he ran. “Zhat is my last clean pair!” he lamented, begging the puppy to drop them. The pup, however, was all tail wags at this new game. “Help me!” he begged, looking to his former teammate for assistance.

#privatemaxwell #p005 #ducky boxers

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"Well, let's see what some freeze-dried duck pieces will do." It was possibly the safest option for the pup; as desperate as Maxwell was, she still didn't want the dog to be sick because of what she gave him. Not to mention she finally remembered where she put them.

"Apf... Ap-koo-ken," she tried to pronounce the mischievous pup's name, failing spectacularly. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she gave up. "Yo, Apple Cookie, com'ere. I want you to try this." Gently pinching a treat between her fingers she crouched down and offered it to the canine. "Yes, it's for you. Sniff it, com'on, you know you want it. It's duck. My kitten loves these, and I bet you will, too."

@carminecrossroads

Max chased a German Shepherd puppy into the Spy’s room. The dog was carrying Max’s best ducky boxers in its teeth and the poor Soldier was desperately clinging to his towel as he ran. “Zhat is my last clean pair!” he lamented, begging the puppy to drop them. The pup, however, was all tail wags at this new game. “Help me!” he begged, looking to his former teammate for assistance.

[ X ]

"Well, I guess they could be considered man panties," she hadn't really thought of that before. It was a new way to think about them. Granted, she didn't think about men's underwear all that often, but it was still a thought to consider.

Seeing the man struggle with his towel she finally let go of the duck-printed underwear. "Here, let me help," she knew of a way to keep his towel from slipping off his hips quite so much. "I learned this in my recent travels," her hands reached towards the towel to demonstrate on him. "Tuck the end in, just like you've been doing, and the roll it. It'll stay up a bit better."

As for treats, "I can check, but no blaming me if he gets the runs." Then again, a price or two shouldn't distress the shepard's digestion, right?

“If I roll too much, zhe curtains do not hide zhe back of zhe puppet stage,” he said, tugging the edge of the towel down self-consciously. “No one is paying enough to see a peek of zhe mysteries.” At this rate, though, he was going to have to find an alternate solution to the boxers problem. They were sure to be damp, covered in fur and sporting a few extra holes that didn’t come standard.

He sighed and tried to sidle closer to the dog while it was distracted by Cerise. “It is no worse zhan when Johnny feeds zhem, so I suppose I will get by wizh zhe cleanup.”

#privatemaxwell #ducky boxers #p004

"Puppet stage?" Cerise couldn't hold back her laughter. Well, more of a cackle, really. "Ain't never heard of someones bits bein' called that before!"

"Johnny?" Well, there was bound to be new people she wasn't familiar with. She was gone for quite some time. "If you're sure it won't be a problem, we can try. Hey, before I go and get those treats, does this pup have a 'thump spot'?" That one spot on a dog that causes them to start thumping their back leg. "Might be distracting enough to let the underpants go."

@carminecrossroads

Max chased a German Shepherd puppy into the Spy’s room. The dog was carrying Max’s best ducky boxers in its teeth and the poor Soldier was desperately clinging to his towel as he ran. “Zhat is my last clean pair!” he lamented, begging the puppy to drop them. The pup, however, was all tail wags at this new game. “Help me!” he begged, looking to his former teammate for assistance.

#privatemaxwell #p003 #ducky boxers #Cerise is so stiff #i need to work on her being goofy

[ X ]

"Well, I guess they could be considered man panties," she hadn't really thought of that before. It was a new way to think about them. Granted, she didn't think about men's underwear all that often, but it was still a thought to consider.

Seeing the man struggle with his towel she finally let go of the duck-printed underwear. "Here, let me help," she knew of a way to keep his towel from slipping off his hips quite so much. "I learned this in my recent travels," her hands reached towards the towel to demonstrate on him. "Tuck the end in, just like you've been doing, and the roll it. It'll stay up a bit better."

As for treats, "I can check, but no blaming me if he gets the runs." Then again, a price or two shouldn't distress the shepard's digestion, right?

@carminecrossroads

Max chased a German Shepherd puppy into the Spy’s room. The dog was carrying Max’s best ducky boxers in its teeth and the poor Soldier was desperately clinging to his towel as he ran. “Zhat is my last clean pair!” he lamented, begging the puppy to drop them. The pup, however, was all tail wags at this new game. “Help me!” he begged, looking to his former teammate for assistance.

For a while she watched the man chase his dog, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and a twitch of a smile on her garnet painted lips. She had merely brought out a cup of tea to have a quiet moment with fresh air, and instead she found entertainment. However, the woman would take pity on the man. She had her amusement for a while, it was time to actually help out.

Raising her fingers to her lips she let out a short, shrill whistle to get the rambunctious pup's attention. "What do you have there? Com'on, let me have it," she tried to pry the boxers out of the dog's mouth. When that failed her voice turned sharper, "drop it!"

Apfelkuchen, glad to have so many new playmates in one day, growled and shook his head as he tugged on the shorts. “Apfel... you drop zhat!” The dog dodged as Max lunged to grab him, still tugging at the underwear. Max had to stop to put his towel to rights again before he flashed the world, but his eyes were fixed on his target. “Sich legen!!” The German shepherd wouldn’t obey, however. It was game time.

#privatemaxwell #p002 #ducky boxers

"Did you just growl at me?" A playful growl, but still a growl. Her eyes narrowed some.

"I. Said. Drop it!" Cats she understood; dogs were an absolute mystery, although she tried. Soon she gave a weary sigh, looking at Maxwell with uncertainty.

"This is going to take a while, won't it? Have you tried a bait-and-switch?" Giving the dog something else in hopes it would drop the undies. With the boxers firmly in her hands she continued to attempt pry the cloth out of the canines mouth.

"I never thought of you as a boxers kinda guy, Max. I had the impression you were a tighty-whity wearer."

@carminecrossroads

Max chased a German Shepherd puppy into the Spy’s room. The dog was carrying Max’s best ducky boxers in its teeth and the poor Soldier was desperately clinging to his towel as he ran. “Zhat is my last clean pair!” he lamented, begging the puppy to drop them. The pup, however, was all tail wags at this new game. “Help me!” he begged, looking to his former teammate for assistance.

#privatemaxwell #p001 #ducky boxers

For a while she watched the man chase his dog, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and a twitch of a smile on her garnet painted lips. She had merely brought out a cup of tea to have a quiet moment with fresh air, and instead she found entertainment. However, the woman would take pity on the man. She had her amusement for a while, it was time to actually help out.

Raising her fingers to her lips she let out a short, shrill whistle to get the rambunctious pup's attention. "What do you have there? Com'on, let me have it," she tried to pry the boxers out of the dog's mouth. When that failed her voice turned sharper, "drop it!"

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@askengiecow

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Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

#mun musings #rp starter

So, who out there is still on here?

"Uh oh..."