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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 7:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 6:41 pm
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It wouldn't be a wasted trip, at least, though Oliver wasn't home. In his place was Elliot, laundry in hand, Footloose on the TV, Pascal sleeping at his feet. Picturesque, really, a man and his dog. Another folded shirt hit the top of a teetering pile and he took a self-congratulatory sip of coffee. That's when Pascal's head shot up with a soft boof boof.
Eli stopped folding as if on cue, looking down past his knees to the very alert aussie. "What is it?" he asked, but it was a knock that answered. Claws clattered on the hardwood as Pascal scrambled for the door, blessedly silent despite his obvious urge to bark. He was getting better, at least.
"Cooooming!" Eli sing-songed as he rounded the couch. There were sounds of continued shuffling on his end as he pushed Pascal back so he could open the door without his dog assaulting (read: loving) their visitor. The door whooshed inward and there he was, standing tall and proud even as he blocked the dog with his leg.
"Yes, hello?" His eyes were sharp and alert, but his outfit—grey sweatpants and an oversized purple sweatshirt—made him look far softer.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 7:13 am
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Cass's heart fluttered at the sound of barking, however brief, on the other side of the door. While she knew she'd be the worst owner for any dog, she loved them. Ollie hadn't mentioned a dog, however. Then again, he was too busy going THESE ARE THE EARS OF A KILLER or something of that variety.
She also heard the voice, however muffled, of someone coming to the door. Good. He was home so she could just give back his wallet and apologize for holding it hostage and the- that wasn't Ollie. Cass stood up a little bit straighter as Eli opened the door, a brief look of confusion crossing over her face. Had she gotten the wrong apartment?
"HI!" she didn't sound awkward at all (See: a lie), standing there with a confused smile on her face. "Is Oliver in? I uh," she held up the wallet, "found this and felt he might like to have it back...." slowly, her eyes traced down to the dog that was being blocked by Eli's leg. Blessed creature. Look at it. So good.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 7:46 am
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They say an animal can sense feelings, tell whether someone likes them or (blasphemously) not, and react accordingly. In Pascal's case, Cass could've thought he was the biggest blight on the face of this green earth and he still would've looked happy to see her. He pushed against Elliot's leg and huffed out the tiniest whimpers, ears up and at attention, mismatched eyes begging for pets.
The need was as clear the sun in the sky, but Eli acted as if he weren't even there. This happened a lot, obviously.
"Oh wow, good timing." He didn't go into details about why it was good timing, but Ollie was quickly losing his patience for not freaking out about it despite Eli's best efforts to assure him it would be fine. "Ollie's not home right now, unfortunately." Tipping from one hip to the other, he gave her a once over.
"I'm his roommate. I can hold onto it until he gets back." The words barely left his mouth when Pascal, finally deciding enough was enough, shoved past and bompfed straight into Cass's leg.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 9:13 am
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So much for looking like he had things under control, mess of an outfit aside. Wallet in hand—he'd managed to grab it right before the inevitable stumble—he looked vaguely apologetic and sounded a lot like someone who didn't like dogs, but had built a surprisingly affectionate relationship with this particular dog regardless.
"Sorry, he's a handful. Please darling, have at it, he'd never forgive me if he didn't get his attention now."
Taking a step back, he set the wallet on a table by the door and gestured inside. "Would you like to come in? How about a cup of coffee?" It was, in part, a sorry I let my dog barrel you over, but it was just as much that Eli was a social creature who never turned down potential company.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 1:19 pm
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Now, Eli was definitely one to prefer the spotlight; he liked being the center of attention whenever humanly possible. This was different, though. Cass and her obvious unquenchable thirst for loving on his dog would only serve to put Pascal in the best of moods, making life easier on Eli in the long run. He'd take it.
"That's Pascal," he revealed, forced to side-step as said pup went careening over onto his side, exposing his stomach. Reaching the extra distance, he took her hand. "And I'm Elliot. Or Eli, if you'd prefer." Either name sounded undeniably pretentious with the way he said it.
As he let go and stepped back to get her a drink, he asked, "Cream and sugar, Cassandra?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:06 pm
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