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Pets, yes. Why do you ask?

I have apprehended a "pet" in the act of it violating some of my personal belongings. I cannot condone this. I tried chasing it off, but somehow it just keeps coming back!

Edited 2016-03-20 00:00 (UTC)

Aw. Poor thing. It probably likes you. Is it one of the cats from the garden?

Likes me? Why in the stars would it like me, it doesn't even know me!

And it's not a cat, if it was a cat I would have just shoved it off on Jasper. I don't know what it is. It's just some sort of amalgam of ambulatory white fuzz with a wet nose that chews on things with its terrible little mouth.

That's pets for you. They get attached easily sometimes, even when it might not make sense to you.

Sounds like a dog, then. Didn't know we had any stray dogs around. Where are you? I can meet you right now.

My workshop, although I can relocate elsewhere if that would be more convenient for you.

[Just get this thing out of her liiiife]

No, it's fine. I'll be there in a few minutes.

[ And shortly after, Bruce's poking his head into Peridot's workshop, looking around before he spots the Gem and her new friend nearby. ]

Coming in. [ The puppy's attention shifts for a moment, running and barking at Bruce when he steps inside. He lowers himself just enough to greet the animal with a few pets and scratches. ] Hey, buddy.

[Peridot remains sitting on a stool at her work desk, arms folded, frowning judgmentally at the little puffball.]

It's very... exciteable, as you can see.

[ But the little puffball is so cute! Look how happy he is, lying on his back so Bruce can scratch his tummy. ]

That's dogs for you. [ He glances up at her with a smile. ] They grow out of it eventually.

Well that's a relief. At least I won't be inflicting upon you the care of some creature that will behave like that for the rest of it's lifetime.

[Yes Bruce, she expects you to take it.]

Me?

[ Bruce sounds both surprised and amused at the mere suggestion that he's taking the dog. She's got to be joking— no she isn't, she's totally serious and he should know better by now than to wonder. ]

I'm not taking him. It looks like he wants to be yours anyway, not mine.

[Instant turn around in her demeanor. She looks offended, leaning back in surprise.]

Me? But I don't want it! What purpose could I possible have for such a pointless creature?!

[ She's shoving a dog at him and she's the one looking offended. A Peridot classic. ]

They're good company? They're cheerful and fun. And this little guy will love you unconditionally, if only you let him. [ Standing behind the dog, Bruce lifts his front paws from the ground as if presenting him to Peridot, cooing a little. To make a point, of course. ] Look at this cutie face. How can you say no to that?

[Peridot’s expression only darkens. She scowls, folding her arms over her chest.]

I don’t require any of those things, which makes it even more pointless than I thought! Besides, I don’t know how to take care of a tiny organic… thing, like that!

Of course you don't. You don't need all the things you have. Sometimes you just want them. And company's a nice thing to have, even when you don't need it.

[ He beckons her to come closer, as he lowers the dog on his four paws again, he himself crouching next to the pet. ] Get over here. Have you ever even petted a dog? Come on.

[She hesitates a second, but soon she's plodding her way over, stopping a few cautious feet back.]

What is it I'm supposed to do, exactly?

You pet him. [ Said as if it's self-explanatory. It isn't, though, so he goes on to add. ]

You use your hands to stroke them gently. Some dogs like belly rubs while others prefer ear scratches. But generally they like just about anything. [ As he talks, he shows her how to do it, stroking a hand along the puppy's back, then down to his tummy and chest, finally moving up to his head to scratch him behind his ears. The puppy lets out a satisfied sigh, his eyelids lowering pleasantly as he keeps his eyes fixed on Bruce. ] Like this. See?

Umm...

[Peridot looks at her weird gauntlet fingers. They're flexible, but... Is the idea to touch the dog with her actual hand? Is it ok to use her limb enhancers? THIS IS SO COMPLICATED!!!

In the end she settles on just. Extending a single disembodied finger and strokes the puppy's cheek with it. It turns to look at it with mild curiosity... and then grabs it out of the air in its mouth, because it's a puppy, what else is it supposed to do with a mysterious hovering object.]

Wha-- HEY!

[ Well, Bruce would suggest her taking off the limb enhancers but he also knows how she feels about them, so he says nothing to that. Shouldn't make much of a difference, anyway— at least that's what he's thinking, until she reaches for the puppy and he unceremoniously mouths one of her disembodied fingers.

He can't help himself. The moment it happens he lets out a loud laugh, louder than she's probably ever heard from him, his head tipping back a little before he reaches for the dog and gets him to let go of the finger. ]

Sorry— that didn't hurt, did it? [ Kind of unsure of how that works for Gems still. Every day, a new thing that leaves him wondering. ] You might want to try it without the limb enhancer. He probably thought your floating finger was a treat.

[Her cheeks flush a deep teal blue, a product of the combination of indignation, embarrassment from hearing Bruce laugh at her like that, and also of surprise, because she's never heard Bruce make a sound quite that loud before.

She settles down a bit when he gives her finger back, though. Shoulders slump, blush decreases.]

No, it didn't hurt... [she says a little sourly as she reintegrates the digit back in with the rest of its fellows, giving the puppy the stink-eye.]

Why would it think it was a treat, though? These things are so dumb!

[Of course as she says that she's also retracting all five fingers back into the wrist portion of the device and popping it off, exposing her regular bare hand in its place.]

That's dogs for you. Mouth things first, ask questions later.

[ Or... not ask questions at all, even. Anyway, point is that the disembodied finger probably looks like a cookie or a sausage to him, and it's not like the pup would know the difference between colors or anything.

He's glad to see that she's willing to give it a second chance, though, or at least it seems like it. Still petting the dog, he tugs him just a little closer to the two of them, easily within her reach. ]

I'm sure he won't try to mouth your hand now, you'll see.

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