the dog days will never be over

[cawky]

WHO: Davesprite and Nill
WHERE: The Abandoned Church
WHEN: Sometime in January idk im sick dont ask questions
WARNINGS: Nope
SUMMARY: Nill got a dog for Christmas. Bonding is hard when you're half bird yourself.
FORMAT: Action spam

[The entire month of January had been crushingly depressing, from Davesprite's point of view. Jade and Dave were both gone now and he hadn't gotten to see them since his birthday because of his spat with John. Part of it made him want to make ammends, but most of it just made him increasingly bitter. Not that Davesprite would bring that up to anyone, but it was definitately an emotion he was dealing with.

It had been pushed aside, now that he and Nill had a new companion to worry about. He made a habit of disappearing into the rafters or out into the city whenever Nill had company over, having little desire to share his whereabouts with anyone who didn't already know. He worked better behind the scenes anyway. His time on the ship with Jade and John just proved that things should have stayed that way. But now with the dog, he had to have a little more presence to keep an eye on it. She already had multiple accidents, being a puppy, and he was rapidly getting tired of cleaning up after her.

So one day he had flown back with an armful of training books and guides to try and get the situation under control. After all, a dog was better than a cat -- he could make an effort to help.]

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[culver]

[The desire for a certain kind of anonymity is understandable to Nill. She had been the same way when she'd first arrived; dealing with people had been too difficult, too frightening. She knows that isn't why Davesprite avoids people, but at least she thinks she can relate. Not that it really comes up--she knows by now not to ask him his reasoning, no matter how much she worries. It's good that she has something to distract her now, even if that something is fuzzy and has a problem controlling her bladder.

Since this is Nill's first pet, she isn't sure exactly how she's supposed to go about training it. But it's a good thing that Schnitzel seems pretty smart. She can already sit at least, but it's a good thing that all the floors in the church are stone. It makes cleanup a lot easier.

Her hair is piled all up on her head, an attempt to keep the dog from snapping at it playfully whenever Nill walks by her. It's easier to hide her wings, keeping them beneath the odd sweatshirt or two she's collected from various sources during her time in the City. She wants to at least teach her how to not jump on everyone before she risks having her wings out in the open. They make perfect targets, after all.

The blonde is in a handstand on the back of one of the pews, Schnitzel curled up on the seat beneath her. She's wearing jeans and one of those sweatshirts, toes curled as she concentrates on balancing without the advantage of her wings. It's difficult, but good practice, she thinks. Damian would tell her so, anyway. Hearing Dave, she slowly turns her head even as Schnitzel perks up and jumps off the pew to bound towards him, all wagging tail and happy puppy bark.]