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conversett wrote:Username - conversett
Name - jasper
Gender - male
Storage Thread - beyond imprinted
Pet or Stray - pet
Collar - cola soda bubbles theme
Prompt - Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.
I felt a dull pain in my tail, but it was okay. It was starting to go numb anyway. Everyone knows that tails have a mind of it's own. If you arent jumping up and down, then your tail will surely do it for you, with or without permission. And besides, there was much more important things on my mind than my annoying tail.
The mechanical operating transporter, or MOT as I call it, was getting closer to the high class dinner building. I only knew since we passed by these very same landmarks once every full moon. My eyes followed each on as I stuck my head out of the window. Which in itself, was a feat. I had to much sure the glorious wind created by the MOT, didnt force my tongue to hit me in the face. The memory of tasting my own eye goop also made me cringe.
Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.
The one and only smell of greasy fat sizzling under prime cow meat. I could practically see the tender image in my head. And the faint but oh so sweet smell of the creamy goodness that is mixed of so many flavour in one bite! But also very cold. I always feel so frozen afterwards and need some cuddles to warm up.
Whack. Whack. The MOT stopped moving and we were in front of the building! Whackwhackwhackwhaclwhack. I sat back into the seats to glate at my tail. It was so tempting to grab it and make it stop. But atlas I was interrupted.
"Okay, jasper. Remember your manners." Came a voice from an aging man. But it was one I knew since I was a puppy. Marquis clipped the leash on to the back of my collar. Only then did my stupid tail stop attacking the leather seats of the MOT. Instead of jumping up, I learned that prancing was better to express my joy. Marquis was nearing his time, I could sense it, and I had to be careful. We really weren't suppose to be going out by ourselves, but it made him so happy. So, by default, this was my favorite place. It made me the happiest to see Marquis smile and laugh.
Together we walked into one of the only canine friendly dinner buildings. We got our usual seat by the window, and for some reason this place was just special. I'm told its a retro 50's theme, with menu included. But really what gets me is what they call the rootbeer float. Marquis always shares a little bit of his with me and thats what it means to be loved.
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julian. wrote:
omg congrats..
and thank you sm!! i'd love the bows/ribbons accessory ;v;
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