➽. live, survive, and don't wilt . dog role-play . open

[yeena]

♦♦♦♦♦Sailor Ume
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

♦♦Breed;;Shiba Inu
♦♦Gender;;Male;;
♦♦Crush;;developing

┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

Sailor puffed out his chest. "No no! If you want, i'll stay!" Sailor exclaimed. "Besides! I know some places that REALLY Pass time!" He exclaimed. Wagging his tail. "Lets hang out alittle longer, alright?" He was glad Sophia accepted him, and wasn't actually taking pity on him.


[Please! Someone, post? XD No one will post for Hooch, or Tetra.. ouo]

[[ Mind me. My dads trying to drag me to a disgusting house so.. me and him are in a current war. ]]

[vaska]

[hehe. Dont worry. :3
Im on my kindle, so. Eue]

Sailor smiled. "Want a hint?" He asked. Lowering his tail, he slowed down. His nails made a tic tac noice on the ground.

[amicia]

╔xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ╕
breed; amercian akita
gender; female
age; 4 years
crush; developing
╚xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╝

Sophia shrugged, "sure. Make sure to give me a good hint, and I could probably guess it. I know this part of New York City like the back of my paw." She followed behind him, watching as his nails tapped upon the concrete and made a tic tac noise. Slowing down her pace to follow alongside Sailor, she looked at him impatiently and quizzically. Yet, she never really ventured out from the alleyways, afraid of getting captured by the dog-catchers, so honestly, Sailor might know a landmark that's out in public human area; where Sophia doesn't dare to go.

[vaska]

Coming to a halt, he looked back. "records." He said simply, and mysteriously. Padding forward again, he panted. "Can you guess it?" He asked. As they were only a turn away, he stopped again.

[amicia]

╔xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ╕
breed; amercian akita
gender; female
age; 4 years
crush; developing
╚xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╝

Sophia snorted in annoyance, "records? Really?" Then, shaking her head, she sighed, "okay, um, records. A concert maybe? Or a library?" Stopping when he stopped, she was thinking about records in a library, such as written records of history or something. Or the records of a concert they played as the back-ground when the singer sometimes lip-synced. She really was clueless, but those were the first guesses that came to mind.

[vaska]

[im so sorry for not being active, jll post as soon as i can get on my laptop.]

[amicia]

[ It's alright, and okay. :3 ]

[vaska]

♦♦♦♦♦Sailor Ume
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

♦♦Breed;;Shiba Inu
♦♦Gender;;Male;;
♦♦Crush;;developing

┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

'Hmmm.. close.." He mumbled. Turning the corner, he nodded. "Alright. One second." He peered over the corner. Seeing people were picking up records and reading things. "Its called a 'Record Store'. " He said. "They seem to put these records in boxes and the record spins around and makes music." He said. Lowering his ears, a determined look on his face.

[amicia]

╔xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ╕
breed; amercian akita
gender; female
age; 4 years
crush; developing
╚xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╝

Sophia raised an eyebrow when Sailor exclaimed something about a record store, saying humans put these things called records in boxes and the record spins around and makes music. Ah, well, she was close. Sophia twitched her tail-tip before saying to the shiba inu, "oh, well, I was close. And I heard of records before; they play music at Christmas time in Central Park, though honestly, I don't know how they do it. Anyhow, why did you take me to a record store?" She saw the determined look on the brute's face, and a sigh escaped her before she knew it. Obviously, Sailor had a plan, and though Sophia knew it wasn't going to be an easy plan to follow, who knew? Sophia hadn't heard music in a while, sometimes music was playing all around New York; such as in shops, Central Park, humans listening to it when they walked by the alleys she scouts in; and whatever Sailor was thinking, he was determined to follow it.

[vaska]

♦♦♦♦♦Sailor Ume
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

♦♦Breed;;Shiba Inu
♦♦Gender;;Male;;
♦♦Crush;;developing

┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

"They number the records though. Most of them are Numbered in 80 and 90. " He said. Rather oblivious to anything.
"I like to come here and listen to the faint music.." He told her quietly. He wagged his tail and thought for a moment. "Wanna go?" He asked.