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[theyregooddogs]

[New and continuations for baby John! For new tags, you can assume your character found him at any of the stamp location spots or trying to figure out the hotel late at night.]

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[theyregooddogs]

[from here]

Why don't you live with her anymore?

[shutthefoxup]

She lives pretty far from where I needed ta go ta school.

[theyregooddogs]

You go ta a fancy school.

[shutthefoxup]

It's pretty high profile, especially for their volleyball team. That's why I'm there anyways.

[theyregooddogs]

[getting his stamp, nodding]

She must miss you. Your grandma.

[whothefox]

[Getting his stamp too and- Poof]

Yeah, but we make sure ta visit as much as we can.

[theyregooddogs]

[EXCUSE ME]

You're big.

[whothefox]

[Glances down and, oh]

Haaa? Oh, yeah, it's been messin' with my age an' stuff.

[theyregooddogs]

[from here, being very careful about getting up and only standing up when the train stops then leading her out the doors]

Should be left, now . . .

[leading the way and they are at the big, multilevel OIOI department store, whoa]

[resinkept]

[ WHOA.

She's just sort of stopped and marvelling at everything. ]

Big...

[theyregooddogs]

[from here]

When we're babies, before we're born.

. . . A little bit. But I'm not goin' ta be here long. [so, it's okay?]

[unbr8kable]

Ah--sorry.

[purses her lips before looking mildly over at him]

...You coulda said something, y'know. I prolly woulda shut up long enough for you to eventually.

[theyregooddogs]

You don't have ta feel bad . . .

[unbr8kable]

You don't gotta feel bad. It's a nice day, we got animals now--you might even know what those weird chirps and stuff are.

[theyregooddogs]

I don't feel bad.

[not sure what to do with the rest of that]

[unbr8kable]

Well, then.

[True to her word, she gives her mouth a rest for a moment as they continue towards...wherever they were going in (for her part, anyway) companionable silence

Also there are Hell pigeons and Hell crows, because that's about all the wildlife native to Tokyo]

[theyregooddogs]

[it was ueno park which requires train navigating, so he's going to be keyed into how she handles trains since he has never dealt with them in his life. once on a train, he will actually stand on his knees in the chair to watch the scenery go by, taking it in]

[unbr8kable]

[The train is elevated for a decent chunk of the ride, avenues of neon signage and slick concrete highrises gradually shifting to warrens of older, shabbier buildings, room for as much life as possible crammed into one place, except completely devoid of it.

Nemesis sits sprawled on the other side of the aisle, idly watching him look out the window...or just staring at the dumb Hell ads lining the train car, but they don't get any more exciting the nth time you've seen 'em]

...Ready to move in?

[theyregooddogs]

[oh no, someone found the dog button in the store and is getting pulled along by Rae and Dakota out of the hotel]

[worthsomethingsomeday]

[ dog button, meet horse button:

for her part, Amaranth has parked a modest-sized chariot outside the hotel, and is currently lugging over, for the mare's benefit, a bucket of water and damp towel from the hotel kitchen. ]

[theyregooddogs]

[horse!!! pulling tightly on the leashes of the dogs]

Hey. Hey, it's okay. Settle down.

[worthsomethingsomeday]

[ She barely gets the bucket down in time to intercept, putting herself bodily between interested-nervous dogs and interested-nervous horse. ]

Whoa...
shh, it's alright—

What kinda dogs are those?

[theyregooddogs]

Um, English setter and shepherd. That's your horse?

[Rae is bigger but is also hiding behind John. Dakota is going back and forth trying to figure out how to get to human and avoid horse.]

[worthsomethingsomeday]

[ Well, at least one of those breed names made sense to her. ]

Mmhm. Her name's Kuroyuri.
She needs to cool off now, and this is closer than the stables.

[ bending at the waist to extend a hand for the dogs to sniff ]

What's an "in-glysh"?

[theyregooddogs]

[Dakota will lick. Rae will wuffle behind John.]

It's a country. England.