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[dawnrise]

[ Normally this hall is quiet, secluded and separate from the more popular areas -- and it still is. All but quiet. Vicious growls and bangs come from one of the rooms, because something large and angry is trying to break out. The door is thick and solid and successfully preventing whatever it is inside from escaping, but it isn't discouraged. The sounds don't let up at all, and it's been going on for hours. There aren't many things that howl like that, and for anyone curious there's a safe way to investigate. A small opening provides a means to look inside the room. A window, before something punched through it, spilling glass and shredded, bloodied fur out into the hall. ]

[[ooc: yyyep. this is what happens when your friends are from Halloween Town]]

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[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Hmph. That's a little better. Now chocolate is bad for dogs, so I'll find you something else to eat. You're probably hungry.

[dawnrise]

[Yes, and right now Ri looks pretty tasty, since she's biting at him again, trying to fit her face through the window.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*newspaper nosesmack!*

Behave! Or else I'll set up a TV out here to show you episodes of that Dog Whisperer guy.

[dawnrise]

[Does she look like she's capable of rational protest? Or rational thought? She's trying really hard to get through there now, getting more frustrated the more it doesn't work.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*well he doesn't know that and whacks your nose again*

Stop that! I mean it!

[dawnrise]

[She snarls at him and ducks out of sight to bang on the wall beside the door.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

YOU'RE BEING A VERY BAD DOG!

[dawnrise]

[Ri might as well give up - there's not enough of Riku in there to listen.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*... maybe he should find kibble for you*

[dawnrise]

[If he wants kibble embedded in his skull, sure.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*... how about a roast beef sandwich then?*

[dawnrise]

[Roast beef is acceptable.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*well, he'll disappear for a bit, then return with roast beef sandwiches in a basket... the handle of the basket has a rope tied to it because he's not stupid enough to stick his arm through that window*

[dawnrise]

[Well that smells nice and meaty. It's got her growling at the door again!]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*that's good because he's actually dropping the basket through the window and lowering it down; wouldn't do to have sandwich bits hurled everywhere*

late tag is late because I am forgetful

[dawnrise]

[Oh, there will be a great big mess everywhere, it'll just be in the confined space of the room. The sandwiches are getting eaten up fast and messily, and the basket ripped to pieces.]

np

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Hey! Eat the sandwiches! Not the basket!

[dawnrise]

[How about both? He can probably hear the crunch of the basket getting crushed.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*sighs*

I'll never let you live this down, you know.

[dawnrise]

[Oh, she does, somewhere buried deep under her current level of sanity. She snaps her teeth through the window.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he shoves another sandwich into your mouth; quickly so you can't snap at his hand or anything like that*

There! That's the last.