cornibus (cornibus) wrote in the_cirque, @ 2023-11-25 00:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, c: dante vega |
Who: Dante & OPEN
When: 11.25 ; Before Open
Where: Cirque Grounds -- near the staff area
What: Dog Days
Warnings: Probably language ; TBD
Dante paused, his lighter and a cupped palm stilled halfway to the cigarette bobbing against his lip. The door to his trailer slammed shut behind him, and a sharp grunt of disbelief punctuated the soft shushing of a dog's tail through the grass.
The small, shaggy creature perked its ears at the attention and wiggled harder where he sat, alert and grinning, at the bottom of Dante's three-step porch. Exactly where he'd left it the night prior after every unsuccessful attempt to rid himself of it.
"Stubborn Mutt," he accused. The dog's tongue lolled in agreement. He rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself." He took off across the grounds, an air of resignation in the way he acknowledged the dog's peppy, persistent heel a half-step behind him. Maybe someone would come looking for it once they opened, he reasoned. Or maybe someone on staff would get peckish for dog. Either way, he wasn't yet beyond hope that he would be rid of the shaggy little stalker soon.
But in the meantime, he had a routine to follow, and he wasn't going to let this dog keep him from it. Trudging to the mess tent, he nodded wordless acknowledgement at those he passed who were out and about at this hour. He could still hear Maude's voice in his ear, harassing him about manners and society. Doesn't cost you nothing to just say hello. All that haranguing from a woman who'd opted to live out her golden years in a cabin up in bumfuck nowhere was a touch hypocritical in his eyes, but she wasn't having any of it when he'd pointed that out.
An attendant called out from behind a stack of dishes as he stepped into the dining hall. "No pets allowed in here, sorry!"
"Not my pet," he countered, and scowled as the accused party countered his protest by plopping back into a sit directly beside his leg. He sighed and looked around at the other milling patrons. Maybe one of them could take it. Someone on the boards had mentioned Lamb... she was creepy as hell, but maybe someone could drop it back off to her.
He just needed it gone before his shift started.