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Daimon Hellstrom ([personal profile] birthmural) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-07-07 04:47 pm
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PUPPIES! ALIEN PUPPIES!

The battle with the Ohm was over but for anyone in hydroponics, there was no peace and quiet. The caretakers of an animal rescue had forgotten a number of puppies when they left. Daimon and Billy had no choice but to bring them aboard. And so almost a dozen young, alien puppies of different breeds and possibly species, were rough housing each other in as noisy a manner as possible. One of the puppies in particular had taken a liking to the Son of Satan and was licking the only exposed part of his skin in its reach, his ankle. Daimon stared down at it, frowning.

"Shoo. Go play." He shook his foot. The dog made an odd squeaking sound, and paused to stare at him before going back to licking.

[[OOC: See post. Onlookers not interested in adoption are welcome.]]
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[identity profile] genociding.livejournal.com 2010-07-07 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Their owner?" she repeated curiously, tilting her head. "Oh! You mean you want people on the ship to adopt them? That's so generous!"
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[personal profile] birthmural 2010-07-07 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Only logical." Daimon replied. "I cannot care for all of them, and I have never been what one might call an animal person." But he did move his foot just a little for the one puppy to pounce on.

[identity profile] genociding.livejournal.com 2010-07-07 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'd love to take one..." Euphie sighed wistfully. "But I doubt I'd be able to care for them very well. I hope they find good homes!"
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[personal profile] birthmural 2010-07-07 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps Stacy could provide you with books so that you may learn how to care for them." He paused, then added. "Forgive me, I do not mean to pressure you."

[identity profile] genociding.livejournal.com 2010-07-07 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, that's all right!" She waved a hand in a gesture that it was all right. "I just have so much going on, that's all. I'm thinking of running for the Council, and that would take up so much time."

That, and then there were the odd blackouts she'd been suffering. If she adopted a puppy and something happened that she couldn't remember, well...
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[personal profile] birthmural 2010-07-07 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah yes, the upcoming election. Daimon nodded. "Of course. I wish you luck in that endeavor. You may come play with the dogs whenever you like, provided I am available. They seem to enjoy the company."

[identity profile] genociding.livejournal.com 2010-07-07 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will, then." She nodded. "They seem to enjoy your company, you mean. This one, especially."
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[personal profile] birthmural 2010-07-07 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Daimon looked down at the puppy, who was now pawing at his legs, and frowned slightly. "Oddly enough, they do. Perhaps they are simply grateful to have been rescued." He was surprised they were not traumatized from it.

[identity profile] genociding.livejournal.com 2010-07-07 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"That could be it." She giggled again. "Well... good luck finding homes for them. I'll ask my friends if they'd like one."

...come to think of it, she hadn't made many friends since popping. Okay, so she would make some friends, and then ask them. That sounded like a plan.
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[personal profile] birthmural 2010-07-07 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"I appreciate it." That was a Daimon thank you.
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