#rivervale_lodge

"...K." She obliges.

He looks Shaggy over once he takes her, "Some say it's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog. Mybe a bit naive, but it's all relative. To something her own size, Shaggy little thing is a bad ass."

“Though she be but little, she is fierce.” He remarks. Still poking at the cupcake.

Seems to be not nutty, but the flour it's made of has gone moldy

"Pretty much, yeah. " Jaymes says petting the dog "And in tunell other dogs couldn't fit in, she could hunt down rats or things. That's what Terriers are for. And he poodle half is a gun dog... in minture"

Well, hell, Shaggy LIttle Thing positively puffs up at that

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to insult you, wee beastie. Fierce things come in small packages. right, Lovecraft.” The cat does not deign to respond, but washes a paw furiously.

"Lovecraft is pretty badass..."

“Yeah, but she’s just as likely to ignore the rats to bite my toes if she thought it was funny.... and then get one later and leave it in my shoe. No respect.” A hint of fondness, anyways.

Shaggy Little thing seems to be less growlly towards Symon now/ And Sme-Gal has filled a cap's lap. Dirk is unaware he's focused on the feline. The ugly ugly feline

"The stupid dog doesn't even know she's, like, a midget..."

"I bet if one of those bugs showed up, she'd just start bitin' at its ankles."

"It couldn't hurt her. She's not enchanted. "

"Right... just, y'know, if she saw one..."

"oh yeah, she'd go full tilt Fenris on whoever" Jaymes says 'Well, okay, she'd try."

He has been gazing into his phone. “Hey... look at this. There was a Yorkie that was a ‘War Dog’ in dub-dub-2. Even parachuted into Okinawa. And they got s good yap on ‘em. You don’t need more muscle around here, but a good alarm system is handy.”

"She has this little... ruff noise she makes. Like a growl that changes its mind."

"She is vocal. Lord, she and Odin. Between the two of them, they ARE like alarms." Jaymes admits

“Just feed her up on a diet of one quarter kibble to three-quarters Nazi meat, and she’ll come along fine.”

"Ha, nazis..."

Lovecraft sniffss. Nazis, snappy dressers, but dim overall

Dirk realizes what he's been doing and pushes ugly cat away

"What?"

"Nothing" Dirk says "Just done with ugly cat"

He eyes the redcap thoughtfully. “Got something better at home? Pit bull, or a alligator or something?”

"No. " he says simply and rises, grabbing some snacks an throwing them in his mouth "I'm..we're not allowed pets."

He crumbles up the cupcake a little, tucking a bit in his cheek like chewing tobacco. “Building rule. Or yer ma?”

A LONG glare from the cap, and with a bit of that magic that makes it unnerving "Yeah."

"Well, if she stays here or the lodge, you could visit..."

“I can do one better. I bet we can get around rules. If it’s just the dumb building, there are laws that say you can have a pet if it’s for... uh... medical reasons.” A nod. “Forging a letter would be easy.” Hell if he’s going to say “emotional support” to Dirk....

"Yeah.look, even ugly cat will get a home, a real home like this one. I don't need a damn pet. I'm... thanks for the snacks." he leaves before anyone can stop him the door slamming behind him.

He thinks Dagmar's house isa real home, not just a house, but a home.

A slow glance over at Jaymes and Dagmar. “Okay, I’m not even blood related to the boggan, but that stings. Poor fu... fellow.”

Jaymes muses "I try not to get into these things, but Symon. I think your friend has problems."

She frowns, quietly watching the door.

His expression suddenly turns gloomy. “Oh, hell. I know what this means.” A sigh and he crushes the cupcake beneath a finger moodily.

"Means he has a shit mom, too."

Jaymes grunts in the affirmative

“Nah. Well, yeah. But it means I gotta talk to Anne Marie.”

"Meow?" A confused ugly cat

Sigh - ear scritch. "Yeah, meow."

"Why Ann Marie?"

Purrrs

“Well, one, she’s a boggan. If anyone can butt their nose in and find out details, it’s her. She said she was joining the Pee-Tee-Aye so I’m sure she’ll gossip with the teachers and other noses parents.

And two, she’s a social worker. I don’t know what flavor, mostly homeless stuff. But if things are really, REALLY shit, she can have someone take a look.” He responds a bit slowly, mulling it over.

He looks guilty, if a sluagh can, really. “I should know more, I know. But... if I ask anything, she never shuts up.” Suddenly a little defensive, as if he was accused of caring about her... either too much, or not enough, take your pick.

"Sending him into the system would suck, too, though."

Jaymes grunts

He plucks at the treat again, absently, now feeling a little on the spot, and dwarfed between surly trolls, especially Jaymes the Broodmaster... though his apprentice is gaining fast on his skills.

"But..." a bellows sigh. "I dunno."

"mmmph" Jaymes considers "Best tell your step mom an we see what we see. Imagination isn't what we need right now, weird as it is to say that"