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"Loyal Pooch was very concerned when he woke up and the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack was not in her room," everyone's favorite demon dog said, sitting on the floor of the kitchen, looking up at Cassie expectantly.
Glancing down at him for a second, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she made them lunch. "It was another one of those weird-ass glitch things. Like when that Inara woman became that fucking monster bitch Adria," Cassie replied. Ghost aches popped up all over at the mere mention of the woman. Being thrown into a wall more than once, not fun. "I just ended up spending a day with this chick named 'Fred'."
"No Longer Hated Cassie Hack, is 'Fred' not a man's name?" Pooch asked, confused.
"It's short for 'Winifred'," Cassie explained, working on cutting up the raw chicken to be grilled.
"Was she very nice?" Pooch questions, tilting his head as he looks up at Cassie.
"Nice enough, I guess. I could have been stuck with worse people," shrugged Cassie.
"Like...the Statuesque Eric Northman?" Pooch offered, remembering their conversations. He liked the Statuesque Eric Northman very much.
"What about him?" Cassie scoffed.
"Pooch...wouldn't have minded if the Statuesque Eric Northman had woken up in the No Longer Hated Cassandra Hack's bed," Pooch chooses his words carefully, but not as carefully as he thinks.
"The fuck? Why?" Cassie drops the knife to the cutting board, turning to look down at the dog. "You are aware that he's a vampire right? You're just a little fucking bloodbag on four legs to him. Course, no vampire would want to eat you, you probably taste like shit," Cassie sneers.
"Pooch believes that the Statuesque Eric Northman is kind and will not hurt him. Or the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack. He is the most loyal Pooch's friend."
"Yeah, well, go fucking hang out with your only fucking friend, then. Cause I'm fucking tired of you and your opinions," Cassie scoffed, picking up the knife once more, her grip tight on the handle.
"Loyal Pooch apologies, he didn't mean to anger the No Longer Hated Cassandra Hack," Pooch says softly, tail between his legs.
"Too fucking late. Get the fuck out. Take a hike," Cassie says, not looking down at him, concentrating on not cutting herself accidentally in her anger.
"Loyal Pooch will...do as his master wishes...." Pooch says quietly, rising to all fours and turning from the room, starting for the door.
{{ooc: This thread will branch off in two directions. Cassie still in the kitchen being a grumpy bitch and Pooch going off to have ADVENTURESSSS! With a possible stop at Candy Mountain!}}
Glancing down at him for a second, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she made them lunch. "It was another one of those weird-ass glitch things. Like when that Inara woman became that fucking monster bitch Adria," Cassie replied. Ghost aches popped up all over at the mere mention of the woman. Being thrown into a wall more than once, not fun. "I just ended up spending a day with this chick named 'Fred'."
"No Longer Hated Cassie Hack, is 'Fred' not a man's name?" Pooch asked, confused.
"It's short for 'Winifred'," Cassie explained, working on cutting up the raw chicken to be grilled.
"Was she very nice?" Pooch questions, tilting his head as he looks up at Cassie.
"Nice enough, I guess. I could have been stuck with worse people," shrugged Cassie.
"Like...the Statuesque Eric Northman?" Pooch offered, remembering their conversations. He liked the Statuesque Eric Northman very much.
"What about him?" Cassie scoffed.
"Pooch...wouldn't have minded if the Statuesque Eric Northman had woken up in the No Longer Hated Cassandra Hack's bed," Pooch chooses his words carefully, but not as carefully as he thinks.
"The fuck? Why?" Cassie drops the knife to the cutting board, turning to look down at the dog. "You are aware that he's a vampire right? You're just a little fucking bloodbag on four legs to him. Course, no vampire would want to eat you, you probably taste like shit," Cassie sneers.
"Pooch believes that the Statuesque Eric Northman is kind and will not hurt him. Or the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack. He is the most loyal Pooch's friend."
"Yeah, well, go fucking hang out with your only fucking friend, then. Cause I'm fucking tired of you and your opinions," Cassie scoffed, picking up the knife once more, her grip tight on the handle.
"Loyal Pooch apologies, he didn't mean to anger the No Longer Hated Cassandra Hack," Pooch says softly, tail between his legs.
"Too fucking late. Get the fuck out. Take a hike," Cassie says, not looking down at him, concentrating on not cutting herself accidentally in her anger.
"Loyal Pooch will...do as his master wishes...." Pooch says quietly, rising to all fours and turning from the room, starting for the door.
{{ooc: This thread will branch off in two directions. Cassie still in the kitchen being a grumpy bitch and Pooch going off to have ADVENTURESSSS! With a possible stop at Candy Mountain!}}