[[OOC: So this Jason ended up friends with another Kon here in the Hub... we were both thinking that it would be hilarious if he mistook puppy!Kon for a transformed still_superbro once he figures it out.]]
*Jason comes across a lost-looking puppy. He glances around, sees that there's no one else around who it could belong to, and crouches down to puppy level.* Hey, boy.
*Dogs generally look like boys, so that's what he defaults to. He makes a clicky sound with his mouth, trying to get the pup's attention.* You lost?
*He so does not need Ace finding out that he saw a lost dog and didn't do anything, especially now that Ace can talk.*
(OOC: Apologies for late reply, RL happened!)kuppynotkryptoNovember 8 2010, 00:27:00 UTC
[[OOC: I'm talkin' to said Superboy up above, and I agree that that would be majorly amusing. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you! PS: This Kon will totally turn back to regular Kon form if you kiss him. JSYK for ultimate lulz.]
[This guy looks a little... intimidating. He probably wouldn't be if Kon was his regular size, but still. Geeze. Getting used to being tiny isn't easy. He eyes Jason warily when the man makes that sound.]
[Look, I know I'm a dog, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna' come when you call me.]
[OOC: No worries, still up to playing if you are!]bludhavenraptorNovember 8 2010, 00:36:27 UTC
[[OOC: Duly noted. XD ]]
*Jason keeps his voice quiet and gentle, not wanting to spook the puppy.* Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you.
*Oh, hey, idea. Jason reaches into one of the inner pockets of his coat and pulls out a slightly crumpled paper bag. After a moment of rummaging, he comes up with a turkey sandwich in a plastic baggie. He tears off a corner and holds it out.* You hungry?
*'Not a lot of practice with puppy-luring, but maybe this will work. I hope you appreciate this, Ace...'*
Re: [OOC: No worries, still up to playing if you are!]kuppynotkryptoNovember 8 2010, 00:46:25 UTC
[[OOC: OH MAN, A SANDWICH, FRIEND FOR LIFE!]]
[That. Is. A. Sandwich. Not just any sandwich, a *turkey* sandwich, and holy crap he might just be the hungriest cutest ball of furr in this... wherever he is.]
[Oh man.]
[For a second, he hesitates. This could be a total trap, but..]
[Turkey, man. It's *turkey*.]
[With a little bark, he bounds over to Jason's hand and scarfs up the offering, careful to avoid fingers. He could cry, he really could, if Dogs could do that. It tastes *so* good.]
*Jason pats the puppy once, and tears off another piece of the sandwich.* Poor little guy. I remember what being that hungry is like.
*Jason continues feeding him until the sandwich is all gone. He notices the collar.* Mind if I take a look? *Carefully, because he's not sure if he's gonna get bitten, Jason inspects the collar for tags.*
[He's a bit busy devouring the sandwich pieces to be bothered that Jason is looking at his collar. Hell, all the power to the guy, he might actually know who Kon is!]
[This is pretty much the best arrangement I've come to yet. You feed me, you figure out who I am, we chat, we fix me- Bingo. No more puppy body.]
The Hub really has it in for me. And you, too. Told you in was a bad idea to hang out with the bad, crazy Robin, querido.
*Jason reaches out and affectionately ruffles Kon-puppy's ears.* You never got around to giving me a key to your place, but I can take you home to my apartment. Maybe Dick will have ideas of who to call for help. He's friends with everyone, I swear.
*When Kon-puppy growls, Jason goes on the alert, instinctively falling into a fighting stance and scanning all around for any threats. Of course he doesn't see any, but damned if he's going to stick around here now. He scoops Kon-puppy up into his arms and starts walking quickly toward home.*
Hey, stop squirming! I'm sorry, but if you heard anything bad, I'm getting us out of here before it shows up. You're pretty badass, but not so much as a puppy, man.
*Jason comes across a lost-looking puppy. He glances around, sees that there's no one else around who it could belong to, and crouches down to puppy level.* Hey, boy.
*Dogs generally look like boys, so that's what he defaults to. He makes a clicky sound with his mouth, trying to get the pup's attention.* You lost?
*He so does not need Ace finding out that he saw a lost dog and didn't do anything, especially now that Ace can talk.*
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[This guy looks a little... intimidating. He probably wouldn't be if Kon was his regular size, but still. Geeze. Getting used to being tiny isn't easy. He eyes Jason warily when the man makes that sound.]
[Look, I know I'm a dog, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna' come when you call me.]
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*Jason keeps his voice quiet and gentle, not wanting to spook the puppy.* Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you.
*Oh, hey, idea. Jason reaches into one of the inner pockets of his coat and pulls out a slightly crumpled paper bag. After a moment of rummaging, he comes up with a turkey sandwich in a plastic baggie. He tears off a corner and holds it out.* You hungry?
*'Not a lot of practice with puppy-luring, but maybe this will work. I hope you appreciate this, Ace...'*
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[That. Is. A. Sandwich. Not just any sandwich, a *turkey* sandwich, and holy crap he might just be the hungriest cutest ball of furr in this... wherever he is.]
[Oh man.]
[For a second, he hesitates. This could be a total trap, but..]
[Turkey, man. It's *turkey*.]
[With a little bark, he bounds over to Jason's hand and scarfs up the offering, careful to avoid fingers. He could cry, he really could, if Dogs could do that. It tastes *so* good.]
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*Jason continues feeding him until the sandwich is all gone. He notices the collar.* Mind if I take a look? *Carefully, because he's not sure if he's gonna get bitten, Jason inspects the collar for tags.*
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[This is pretty much the best arrangement I've come to yet. You feed me, you figure out who I am, we chat, we fix me- Bingo. No more puppy body.]
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Oh, god. He wouldn't. Would he?
[He pats the puppy again.] If you belong to Kon, and he let you run around like this, I'm gonna smack him. With a stick.
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[What?! Man, why does everybody assume *I* own *me*? I mean- I *do*- but not-]
[He makes a frustrated little growl, looking up to Jason dejectedly.]
[Come on...]
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Wow. How can a sad puppy face look so much like Kon's? *beat* Oh, no way.
...Kon?
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[His expression shifts into one of obvious joy, and he lets out a slew of affirmative yaps.]
[Welcome to my train of thought, please ride to the end of the line and receive complimentary peanuts when I'm walking on two legs!]
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*Jason reaches out and affectionately ruffles Kon-puppy's ears.* You never got around to giving me a key to your place, but I can take you home to my apartment. Maybe Dick will have ideas of who to call for help. He's friends with everyone, I swear.
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[Making a confused little whine, Kon looks looks up to Jason after the ear ruffles.]
[Oh god, so close. No- man- I- You don't *know* me-]
[Yes, back to looking like the most dejected dog in the world.]
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*Jason gets back to his feet.* I'd pick you up and carry you, but... I bet you'd bite me if I tried. *grin* C'mon.
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[We don't know each other, dude. I can't take advantage of you.]
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Hey, stop squirming! I'm sorry, but if you heard anything bad, I'm getting us out of here before it shows up. You're pretty badass, but not so much as a puppy, man.
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[Squirming like the dickens isn't a very super mode of attack, but he doesn't want to -hurt- this guy. He whimpers in Jason's arms, still wiggling.]
[You've got the wrong guy!]
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