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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2016 6:38 pm
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Nuclear Family
"Wait." Somehow, Oliver hadn't noticed the extra cargo until they were well on their way home from the haunted house. Sure, the tiny black kitten was well secured and nestled in his arms, but why the hell did Elliot bring the dog? It was a cute dog, but Eli didn't like dogs, and Ollie didn't like dogs, so why was there a dog? "Why... did you bring the dog."
The kitten, meanwhile, was purring very loudly, like a motorboat on the highest setting.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 7:23 am
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Nuclear Family
It was a legitimate question, one Elliot had been asking himself since he made the executive (read: split second) decision to take the puppy with them, too. There was no doubt he'd be able to care for it, at least as far as paying for food, vet bills, and whatever else he needed was concerned—it sure was nice having well-to-do parents—but he knew jack s**t about actual care or training. Honestly, this was all assuming he kept it, anyway.
"Well, I couldn't just leave it," he huffed as if it were the most obvious answer in the world, thanks for asking. "It followed us into that dark room, someone might have trampled it. Is that what you want, Oliver, baby dog blood on your hands?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 6:27 pm
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Nuclear Family
"Uh." Was his graceful response. "Uhh," was what came next, followed by a third, "Uhh..." which proved that no, Oliver did not care about baby dog blood, because why would he? Now, baby kitten blood, that was a tragedy waiting to happen, and it wouldn't even take Shakespear to strangle his heartstrings for it.
"Well, it's your house." Technically their apartment, but Elliot was footing most of the rent. Sure, Ollie paid for his pets and did most (read: all) of the chores, but it didn't dissuade the fact that he needed to find a job. "I just never pegged you for a dog person."
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 2:56 pm
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Nuclear Family
"I haven't decided yet, give me a break." Despite his complaints, he hardly sounded ruffled. In fact, it was more like he was playing along. "Either way it's a better plan than 'let the pup be trampled.' Don't you think?" he asked said pup, holding him up and looking him in the eye. For that, Eli earned a wiggle and an enthusiastic awoowoowoo.
"Yes, quite. Anyway, as I was saying, Pascal is the perfect name for him." Eli sounded too pleased as he tucked the tiny aussie back against his chest. "Lets see you top that, Oliver."
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