sticksandbones | bark bark bark!!

Who: Beat + you
What: Beat says hi! Also WTF!
When: Leap Yeap
Where: The Network and the Grove
Warnings: lots of swearing, will change if more comes up

AIGHT YO who the fuck messed with the Fog this time it's fuckin BLACK I thought we was all agreed bout not messin wid it! weird as fuck even more so than when it was brown an no you cant blame me this time!! i aint do nothin!

[This is how this young adult writes I'm so sorry.]

but aight whatev so where is we this time like cool we get to ~~komuni~~ talk wid each other still but this aint dyster

lest i dont think

it dont smell like it

i mean it kinda do like it got that whole death thing goin for it but it also dont smell like uh stale

oh right aint no usernames wid this its beat yo shadow gal said to write in it to say hi who all here holla at me or come find me im at a well?

also man someone bring me a bandaid i got fuckin bit by something in the forest i dunno wtf is going this fuckin event but i might zombie i dunno

[ After scribbling all over the network Beat will just continue to sit where he sat, which is on the well. That's right, he plopped his ass right on the edge of the well. Do you want water? Too bad, tell him to move. He will then unceremoniously stuff his journal into his pocket the best he can by rolling it up, and sniffing the air. That sure is a fucking large ass werewolf just sitting there, trying to figure out where everyone is by sniffing the air. So even if you don't see his bullshit in the journal, you might run into him if you're trying to get water.

Come say hi, he's a good boy. Even if you don't, the moment he zones in on your scent, he might be locking eyes with you. Even if he can't see you, if he can smell you he's going to stare.

It's fine, that tail wag says he's friendly. ]

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[Oh, oh this is absolutely going to be used for evil, thank you. Vash's grin practically glints at the edges. He leans forward, brows going up as his eyes dance with mischief.]

Hm? Something wrong, buddy? [His voice wavers with barely held back laughter.] You didn't answer my question about being a... good boy.

[Vash is an evil man. Evil evil man. The tail begins to wag so hard it literally beats against the well, thudding dully there from the collision of bone and stone. And then he says it again and Beat's head goes back like he's trying to snap it and he HA's.]

I AM A FUCKIN' GOOD BOY YER RIGHT, YO!!

[Except that also triggers the zoomies so one moment Beat is there and the next he is not. There is instead a dog who is unmistakably in the play bow - Vash may recognize it from Angelina - then he's fucking taking off across the grove like someone lit his butt on fire. There he goes. And he's coming back watch out Vash he may just take your legs out at the knees.

Not even a proper run it's the tuck butt in zoomie run.]

[Well, it should be the perfect distraction. Beat is currently boot-scooting around the grove. It's the ideal time to try and slip away, taking a few steps in the opposite direction, and back toward his house.

Unfortunately, it means his back is to Beat. He doesn't realize what's happening until it's too late, when he hears dog paws scrunching through mud and heavy breaths and - oh god, he's airborn now.

Vash somersaults once in the air, then lands square on his face. The impact is hard enough to send the air from his lungs in one massive whoosh. It means he says laying there for a minute or so, just trying to come to his senses.]

[Sorry, Vash. There's no sympathy on Beat's part as the poor alien plant slams face first into the ground. In fact, now that Vash is down to Beat's level, Beat will take the opportunity to wrestle. Did you want to patrol? No, not allowed.

Vash hyped the dog up, now he reaps what he sowed.

In full dog brain mode, Beat will instantly trample on the other, grabbing Vash's coat with his teeth to shake vigorously, snorting and sneezing to show he's playing as he growls.

He may also attempt to drag the other around, yanking as hard as he can. At least he's not going for face licks.]

Hey, hey!

[Beat will get a few firm shoves, but only away from the jacket. He won't stand for teeth holes in the fabric, thank you. Everything else is fair game though. It's similar behavior to Angelina, but on a much bigger, much more... sharper level. The snorting tells him that it's a game, at least.]

Jeez, you really are just one big dog, huh?

[Does that mean he'll get distracted if Vash scratches behind his ear? Or will it just get worse? Or can he even manage it, seeing as how he's getting thrashed about this way and that.]

[PFT, fine, he'll leave the jacket alone. But he hopes you don't want a boot, because when he's shoved back, he goes for that instead. His teeth are large but he's careful to only dig them in so far as to hold onto the boot and not the foot beneath it.

He will shake his head back and forth like a dog with a toy, growling as he does, tail wagging ten ways to Sunday.

He can't reply with a boot in his mouth but the answer is: yeah...

And fuck around and find out with ear scratches... ]

[In the interest of not having to walk around in the mud if Beat manages to steal and run off with the boot, Vash reaches up. His hands cup around the back side of Beat's ears, and he begins to scritch as if his life depends on it. Maybe it does. Or at least the life of his poor, pathetic little socks.]

C'mon bud, let's calm down! I really need to get going! I've got stuff to do!

[ WELL, Vash successfully deactivates the dog mid-play. He goes from chewing aggressively on that boot, to pausing mid-clamp, eyes scrunching closed as he tilts his head into the ear scratches. Sorry, can't speak right now, brain deactivated.

Tail wagging. Kind of drooling on the boot. Just one long gross strand dripping down.

Sorry. ]

[Vash is... grimacing. But hey, he'll grab his boot with his free hand, still scritching with the other. Only then does he sit up and... start to back away.]

Well. Now that we've gotten that taken care of... I'm gonna. Go this way. How about that?

[ Oh. He's leaving. Well, now he's sad, Vash. Look at what you did. You made the dog sad. ]

Cool. Hey! You need a hand with patrols? I got the best nose, yo, I can sniff out anything!

[ He won't wait for an answer, the dog puts his nose down and begins snortsnorfing along. Don't worry, Vash, you actually won't have to deal with the boy much longer because the moment he catches A Scent He Finds Intriguing? that dog is gone. ]

I mean sure, if you want to -

[Vash barely has the chance to get the words out before Beat is gone. Well... That's... something. He blinks at the empty air before letting out a laugh. At least the tension is gone. He still has a bit on his mind but... the wrestling helped.

Even if the drooly boot didn't. What can you do, though!]

bark bark bark!!

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