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(same xD I own ONE long sleeved shirt and no tank tops, so my arms and face are dark af but everywhere else looks like milk T-T And my brother's got the tan line across his forehead from wearing a hat all the time xD) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Good, since I'm always right," Glory said smugly. Usually right. Maybe like 55-60 percent of the time. She glanced down at Lucy with a smile; she was just such a cute dog. Then again, Glory was biased toward collies, shepherds, and anything with that primitive, wolfish look, like Lucy. Glory didn't really like small dogs unless they had the same look, just miniaturized. Sure, all dogs were cute in their own way, but the aforementioned varieties were beautiful. "Okay, I accept," Glory said, then her gaze flitted to the door. It was quiet, but she could hear the unmistakable claws scratching on the other side. Then, meow. Glory didn't get up. Meoooow. Still, she ignored it. MEEEEOOOOHAAUGUGHG. Then she got up, reluctantly, and opened the door. In strutted Ma-Fatso as if he owned the place. Scooping him up, Glory returned to her spot against Leo. The cat was glaring at Lucy, but was otherwise okay with the dog. "'Fatso says it's time for bed, I guess," Glory said with a sigh. |
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(Yeah, I know the feeling xD) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "That is anything but true, Miss Inflated Ego." Leo scoffed. "You're right a little more than half the time. Remember, though, how you allowed me to be right once a day, but I kept surpassing all expectations? That's because I have swallowed up at least 40 percent of being right." He huffed, a smile curling onto his lips. He liked bigger dogs, like Lucy sized, just not any little dog, really. He loved pit bulls, and well bred german shepherds, and goldens, and labs especially. A good ol' Labrador Retriever was his favorite dog breed, as he was a lot like them. They were hard headed and didn't use their brains, but they had brains. They were strong and loyal. Altogether just the best dog. He slowly looked towards the door, knowing who that was. As the meowing grew louder, he let out a grumble of complaint when Glory got up, leaving him, offensive, and taking away his source of heat. He continued petting Lucy- he preferred her, anyway- she would never leave him for a cat- and snorted quietly. "It's nearing 1 am. I think sleep is not going to happen." |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ Glory let out a snort and said, "I remember. But, if I just cut off my left hand and foot, I'd be almost completely right." That... was terrible logic. But somehow it made sense. That was just the preteen boys and monkey mechanics back at it again. As a kid, Glory'd had a black and white Border Collie named Morag, pronounced MOH-rak, meaning 'Great'. He was probably why Glory was partial to those sorts of dogs, especially Lucy. But Glory liked any dog with a good personality. Like Lucy's smarts and good demeanor. Morag was equally smart, especially around Dougal and Eilidh. He'd hop up on one of them when Glory told him to, with assistance from the porch or anything else he could jump on, given how damn tall those horses were. Since Glory usually rode Dougal while Eilidh followed, Morag had always made sure the big mare didn't wander off. "I think if you expect me to eat, you're not going to be cooking while sleep-deprived," Glory said with a snort. "Do you want something? Melatonin or sedatives, perhaps?" She offered. Probably the route she'd end up taking tonight, anyway. |
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(Have you read Keepers of the Lost Cities? You would get a kick out of the memes xD) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++
Leo closed his eyes, trying to look disappointed in her, but a cough of amusement escaped. "Do NOT do that." He finally stated, biting back a grin. That would be a horrible thing to try and explain to the nurses. Glory bleeding all over. Leo: Wull I just said she wasn't always right, so she went and cut off her left hand and fo- oh. Nurse: -Le facepalm- It would not be a pretty sight. He had found a stray lab when he was young and dumb on his father's farm, and that's where his love of labs really started. He had named the lab Riptide and they had been inserpable for years. Until good ol' Ripp had died. That had been a sad, sad day. Leo remembered hunting with Ripp, and fishing with Ripp- the lab good frigging jump into the water and come out with a fish. How, he didn't know. "Good point. I want to make the food taste like food. Sedatives it is." He snorted. If he was going to poison her, he wanted to do it on purpose, not on accident. |
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(I have not actually ^^; I mostly read Stephen King lol) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "My body, my choice," Glory huffed, "but luckily for you, I don't wanna do that." She could do without her left hand, sure, but goddammit she needed both feet. Besides, that would be extremely hard to explain to literally anyone. She'd just make up some shit about a beartrap or something; people already looked at her funny enough as it was. "Mm, good choice. But before I drug you, I hope you don't plan on sleeping in that," Glory said, sort of side-eyeing him up and down. Now, Leo may or may not tease her for her choice of pajamas, but there was no possible way she was sleeping in her current outfit, however well she wore it, which was it fact damn well. Her pajamas were a bit less... whimsical.. than her penguin socks, but not by much. There were no penguins on them, at least. Just ghosts. But of the cartoony, cute style. Glory could be spooky and cute at the same time, thank you very much. Ma-Fatso hopped off Glory's lap and instead laid down directly on top of Jaws, like the cat was a hen and the tiny deer an egg. |
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(Understandable. I need to read more King books) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Yeah, lucky for me." Leo stated sarcastically. Not like she was deciding not to CUT OFF HER OWN LIMBS or anything. Totally doing HIM a favor. Yeah. A favor not to drag her to the infirmary, maybe, because she couldn't walk. "Pfft, what's wrong with this?" He scoffed, sweeping his arm over the amazing world of black leather. "But no. I won't. Before you drug me, let me go fix my outfit, since it doesn't meet your standards." He sniffed, feigning offense as he got up and disappeared out the door. He entered his own room- way too much running back and forth, in his opinion- and changed YET again. He snapped himself back to normal size, though, so his clothes actually fit and the ones he had on returned to normal. He then pulled on bright hunter orange sweatpants that somehow were more blinding than the sun and a random ass t-shirt that he found in a drawer- this one happened to say: I usually don't chase after people, but for you, I'd put my crocs in sports mode, and it was a light blue. He never wore these t-shirts for anything but sleeping, but he still loved all the funny quips on them. He then tramped back to her room, wearing- what do you know- bright green crocs, almost a neon green- and entered with a flourish. "BETTER?" He asked in an accusing tone. His outfit was honestly so outrageous and such a drastic change from the all black that he had been wearing that he couldn't resist a grin. He totally pulled off the bright blue shirt with best pickup line ever, blaze orange sweatpants, and neon green crocs look. Perfectly. |
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(Insomnia, Delores Claiborne, Needful Things, and Dreamcatcher are all great! :3) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Yes lucky you, I really don't give a shit about this old sack of flesh and bones," Glory said with a snort, gesturing at all of herself. She'd kinda not really done a whole lot to actually take care of 'this old sack of flesh and bones', so chances were her body would give out before she reached 50 or so. "Nothing, unless you value being comfortable," She retorted. "I have different standards for everything, that outfit just doesn't fit with my sleeping standards." Once he left, Glory traded her own black outfit for, well, more black. The difference was that now it was a soft, loose-fitting, long-sleeved black top with silver ghosts and matching sweatpants. She also traded the yellow socks with blue penguins for dark blue ones with yellow-eyed purple cats. Because why not. The cats were the stylized sort you see around Halloween- the ones with excessively arched backs and big eyes. ( kinda like this) As Leo came back, Glory had to stifle a laugh as she looked him up and down. She wasn't sure what the best part was, the shitty pickup line or the neon green crocs. "Yeah, better, but why the crocs?" Glory said, succeeding, for now, in not laughing but failing at not grinning. Wow. Just... wow. Very... flamboyant. Lucy jumped off the bed to greet him, tail wagging and tongue flapping. Her ruckus woke Mephisto, which in turn woke Jaws, and from under the cat poked a tiny deer nose that disappeared after a moment. The deer was probably going back to sleep. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Well I do!" Leo complained. Then again, that's why it was lucky him. It was a good thing they had each other, because he didn't care about his halth and she didn't care about her health but they cared about each other's health. So like it or not, they were both being cared about. "I'm never comfortable." He scoffed. That honestly wasn't true. Anywhere near her was damn near enough to comfortable for him. He grinned widely as she bit back a laugh. "Why the crocs? Why the crocs!? To match the pickup line! Also, I wasn't wearing my boots over here, I wasn't walking around in my socks, and I don't own any other footwear." He replied with another grin. His socks... yes, socks and crocs, that was how Leo rolled... were bright yellow, somehow, and they had fish- specifically bass- all over them. Leo crouched down to pour love on Lucy, grinning all the more as his new clothes were very quickly covered in dog hair. Nothing better than a bunch of nose inhaling dog fur. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ Glory didn't really have an argument for that one, since unfortunately, to go on living, one needed a body, and she knew Leo really wouldn't be happy if she died just to avoid taking care of herself. Worst came to worst, Leo'd take care of her, even if she lost all will to do so herself. "Bullshit," She huffed, rolling her eyes. There was a difference between being slightly inconvenienced and uncomfortable. "Okay, that's... a pretty good reason. I walk around in my socks quite a bit, but suit yourself," Glory said with a shrug. Socks were not only foot warmers, but helped silence footsteps, even if it was just a little. "Second order of business," Glory said, walking over to her desk and rifling through the top right drawer. "What sounds good? I've got... pretty much everything. Melatonin's probably the best bet, though." She had a little of everything, like Valium, Xanax, Ativan, Ambien, Lunesta, Sonata, and a few more. How she acquired some of these, she couldn't remember. Either the nurses gave them to her or she swiped them when nobody was looking. Probably a mix of both. She just hated using the aforementioned ones because of the side effects, none of which were really worth it for a few extra hours of sleep. (tryna research this shit and Gahd dayum are the side effects bad💀) |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo would be very unhappy if she managed to hurt herself more than usual. He wasn't fond of the thought of her getting hurt in the first place, even if she didn't care. She was right- he was comfortable at times, but he meant pertaining to clothing. Mostly. Even that didnt make sense. His point was that he didn't care what clothing he was wearing, but since he failed to make that point known, he decided to give up. Before he got farther behind. "I prefer to have feet on my feet." He grinned. Plus, he loved these crocs... when he wasn't around the teens of Libodon. If he was in the lake, he'd always be wearing these suckers. Walking around the school, not so much. He'd be ridiculed to the point of leaving, and there was no coming back from such a humiliating event. "I'll just take the Melatonin. I'd prefer to live through the night." He snorted. Something he disliked about Melatonin, however, was that if you took too much, it would wake you up MORE. So it wasn't like he could jack up on the shit to sleep. And that sucked. |
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