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Who: Tex (dog) and Church/ Tex(dog) South (cat)
What: Sleeping, waking…pets
When: Morning after karaoke in Tokoyo
Where: Chruch’s room
Rating: F for FLUFFY! Seriously, I have no idea

Little known fact that dogs can get drunk but rarely get hung over. Something about the way their bodies process alcohol gives them all the fun without the paying for it later. But it does tend to make for hilarity after, like how she woke, sleepily and blinked wide. She yawned and stretched…or tried to. The movement was hampered because she was not alone. Oh, and she was a dog, there was also that.

The big black dog angled it’s head up, the head which had been resting on the chest of the ma sleeping in the bed. His hand was over her front shoulders in a sort of petting angle and it was, nice. It was actually comfortable. Must be some weird dog thing she figured and so long as he was laying there unmoving, who was she to wake him up? Let him snore away, she just burrowed down comfortably against him and nuzzled up under his chin to go back to sleep.

It was fine, she was a dog, no big deal. Dogs did this, no reflection on her.

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[South did all the great cat thigs that stray cats do. She wandered the city with confidence, spatting for territory and amassing as muh of he city under ule of her furry little paws as she could.]

[Feelig like a queen, she helped herself through open windows in search of food that wasn't unning around on tinier little paws. She may be a wild Pallas cat right now, but she had no plans on eating raw rats and mice.]

[She hopped up onto the windowsill and peeked in, freezing for a moment seeing the dog and watching it. Hopefuppy, it hadn't noticed her ...]

[She was enjoying the leisurely morning, she'd had a good stretch, she'd slept, she'd stretched some more and then gone back to sleep, she got head pats and was more than content to just sprawl there until something in her mind kicked in.

It was a sense she wasn't sure of but it was strong and it was insistent. Her head snapped up and there at the window she saw it. The most hated of all dog enemies...the cat!

At that moment it didn't matter that the mind was not that of a dog, instinct took over and she whipped up and off the bed and to the window in a few short bounds. She batted and snarled at the glass with her paw until she could figure out how to open the window. Oh yeah cat, she was coming after you!]

[Oh holy hell South is arching her back and tail and producing the perfect picture of a Cat That Should Not Be Messed With. Here's hoping all the extra fur will create a terrifying monstrosity that will send the dog fleeing in terror.]

[At least the window's closed?]

[You know who does get hangovers... this guy. So thanks you two, for making his morning absolutely miserable.]

OW! What the fuck!?

[It hadn't been bad up until then, he was happy to just sleep it off. Idly patting Tex in those bleary moments between waking up and going 'nope' and falling back to sleep.

Not bad, right up until Tex decided to use him as a springboard to launch herself at the cat hissing in the window. Rude.]
Why are you flipping your shit...
...A cat?

That's what you're freaking out about... a goddamn cat?

[Church you don't understand, it's a cat they are like sworn enemies. She has to get out there! Has to get it! Big paws scratched and dug at the window more or less completely unaffected by the puffing up of the cat outside.]

[South's holding her position, currently unafraid because HAHAHAHAHA there's a window in your way you big dumb dog!]

Ugh, get away from window and leave the cat alone!

[He picks up a pillow and chucks it at her. Missing her completely... instead hitting the window and more importantly the latch. 'click']

[Goddammit Church! Don't distract her, there is a feline out there that needed to be barked at! She had to dodge the pillow but when it hit the latch, she stared for a second at the window before gingerly pawing at it. It swung free.. Oh hell YES! She was through the window in an instant..fuck you cat! You are so dead!]

[As soon as the window twitches open, South takes off. Of course, at the moment the path of least resistance is actually leaping over the dog and darting under the bed, hissing and spitting and fluffing her fur out.]

Ohshit! Tex! Goddamnit!

[He's leaping up to try to catch Tex and keep her from killing some random stray. The last thing he expects is said stray to actually jump into the room and zip past his feet like a furry rocket.]

Oh, are you fucking kidding me!

[Just perfect! Now he has to play 'keep Tex from killing the cat' and 'get the angry cat'. How absolutely wonderful!
He's going to spread his arms and try to keep Tex from charging at the bed.]

Tex, chill out!

[Church...what part of this monumental invasion do you not understand?

There is a thing, and it is small and it is fury and it is IN HER ROOM! Instincts propelled her back off the window sill and bounding toward the bed, having to stop short or topple Church over.

The vile thing was under the bed, hissing and shedding! It is SHEDDING Church! Come on...let her at it! Let her get it! She won't kill it much. Probably.

He spoke to her, the more human parts of her brain reacted but barely. Instinct was powerful and it still had her with her head lowered and teeth bared and snarling at the furball that dared intrude.

She's trying to protect you Church, honest.]

[Hey as long as the dog can't get under the bed, South's not going aynwhere else. If that nose gets close, she is raking it.]

[And she is hissing and spitting, and growling less like a house cat and more like something you'd meet on a mountain path.]

[Oh yes, protect him from the terrible fuzzball. What would he do without you? He sighed. At least she wasn't tearing after it anymore.]

Well, what now?

[He crouched down to look at the vicious little furball under his bed. Pretty sure it would try to rip his face off if it got the chance.]

[Fuck you Church, this is serious business!

He moved and she issued a warning growl, the thing might attack! Church was all soft and fleshy and warm and cuddly and he had managed to find that spot on her side that had made her just go blah.

No time for that now! Tex laid down and did the injured Lassie crawl forward..slowly...maybe they wouldn't notice....]

[Yeah as soon as South sees Church's face she's going to hiss/spit/and claw at it as well. She knows it's Church, it doesn't really change anything.]

[Oh fuck you bitch, he's trying to help!]

Stupid fucking cat. Go ahead, I could let her get you out from under there you know.

[God, he's going to need like a million aspirin after this. Stupid hangover headache.]

[sneaking, sneaking, sneaking....]

[South is growling at Church when she notices movement out of the corner of her eye, and snaps to huss and claw at Texas. With any hope, the dog will back up enough for South to try at another escape.]

Oh that's it, I'm getting a goddamn broom or something...

[Church stands up to go find something to flush the cat out from under the bed with.]

Tex, leave it alone! I don't want the room covered in cat, that'd be gross.

[What if she took small bites? Nibbles even?

Clearly Church wasn't going to let her so she just laid there with her paws at the edge of the bed and her head lowered, growling at the cat. She was too friggin big to get under there anyway dammit!]

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