@cheekygit requested one bone dork, coming right up!
They say curiosity killed the cat, which is just fine, but unfortunately, no one thought to warn the dogs.
Interworld travelling had always been wonky; it left Jazz nauseous every time, despite him having no internal organs to even get nausea. He stumbled forward, stepping through a rip through the spacetime (which looked precisely like a rip on a worn coat, dark and quite boring). His legs felt like jelly and his senses were thrown into overload for a few seconds, so he slid down without much grace, blinking. The teleporter - a heavy bracelet on his hand, hidden under the fabric of the arm-bands - beeped once, and the rip behind his back reluctantly mended itself.
(If only old coats could do the same.)
Jazz rubbed his forehead, wincing. The world around him, an overwhelming buzzing mass of foreign sensations, slowly sorted itself into distinct familiar smells, shapes and sounds. A few moments later he even managed to stand upright! And it probably shouldn’t have felt like an accomplishment, but it did.
He stretched, letting out a quiet groan, and immediately started getting acquainted with the world he was visiting. He sniffed the air and carefully probed the ground with a toe and turned around to take more of it in...
And he saw them. And squatted down immediately, sitting a bit dog-like, because, whoever they were, they were not so tall - and he did not want them to look up too far, of course! Or to get intimidated, because big things could be intimidating to small people.
“OH! SORRY. I DID NOT NOTICE YOU AT ONCE!” Jazz beamed as if he just met his best, most trusted friend. He raised one hand to wave, and his tail dared a slow, unsure wag. “HELLO THERE! MY NAME IS JAZZ! AND I AM MOST HAPPY TO MEET YOU! WHOEVER YOU ARE! ...OH. BY THE WAY. WHO ARE YOU?”
