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A russet-furred dog was wondering around, doing what dogs do: sniffing things, bounding up to people and trying to play fetch, barking at anything that moves. Just your average, normal dog stuff. Mostly the dog hung around the city, but he also wondered around the corridors and the rest of the ship.

But actually? The dog wasn't really a dog. It was Marco, morphed into an Irish Setter. And, while Marco did find the idea of wondering around and bothering people in dog-morph highly amusing, that was not the only reason he was in this morph. No, the real reason was because as far as Iniss knew now, Jake had a dog. And it was very, very useful to be able to hang around in dog morph whenever they had to deal with Tom and the Yeerk. If Marco wanted to keep the act going? The dog couldn't just show up whenever Jake met with Tom. It'd have to look like there was a real dog that belonged to Jake hanging around. So, 'Cinnabon' needed to make some appearances.

The fact that Marco could have some fun at the same time was just a bonus.

[[ooc: if you'd like threads to happen in a particular place, just let me know where in the subject? Otherwise, I'll probably assume it's a random corridor or something.]]

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With another giggle, Koishi was finally able to yank the stick out of his mouth...

... And proceeded to hover a couple of feet off the ground, holding it up triumphantly. "Betcha can't get it now!"

Marco looked up at the stick, then at the floating girl, and started sulking. Which, in doggy terms, meant wearing a hopeless face and whining.

This really wasn't fair! Floating was so not in the rules.

And that totally wasn't fair either. The Look was a dog's secret weapon that should only be used in the most extreme circumstances!

Fair or not, Koishi totally can't ignore that face, so she floats back down and holds out the stick. "Fine, you win."

Hey, you didn't play fair first! Marco is now well within in rights to win by whatever means necessary now.

Grabbing the stick again, Marco takes off, bounding around Koishi is circles again. Hah, take that, little girl!

True. But hey, after living all one hundred and fifteen years of her life in a land where flight was capable of being used by everything from youkai to humans to shapeshifting cats, sometimes it's easy to forget that not everyone here can do it.

"Oh, you brat! Get back here!" And once again, she's hot on Marco's heels! Paws. Whatever.

Marco zigzagged around, trying to stay out of the girl's way. You know, if this was Satori's sister, she was much, much more fun. (And she was apparently not trying to read his mind: always a plus)