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[callmeven]

Who: Keyblade House & YOU
When: Throughout February
Where: Keyblade House aka Fancy House #3 ( info including aesthetic pics )
What: a catch all mingle log for those who live in the house and anyone who wants to stop by or hang out
Warnings: general language, talk of the previous event, talk and mention of past torture



[lots of new arrivals this month! with the end of last month's event and everyone else trying to recover and heal sometimes it's nice to just hang out at home.

post a toplevel or tag around if your character is in the area.]

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[callmeven]

[there's no collar, but there is a collar shaped burn scar that wraps around his neck and cuts through his fluffy fur.

but the pets feel wonderful and ven wags his tail, butt wagging with it. he drops the shoe at dia's feet, preferring this attention over the stolen goods.

a part of him wonders if he should answer properly...

maybe later.]

[ua_duibhne]

[Almost as soon as he drops the shoe, Coill ducks under Diarmuid's arms and snaps it up so that he can give it a good nose and chew. He'd scold him but his attention is quickly diverted by the strangely rough, hard skin he finds beneath his fingertips the more he scratches at Ven's neck.]

What happened here...?

[Frowning slightly, he edges closer and parts the fur. Though he has no frame of reference for what it might have been from, he's still incredibly gentle as he tries to get a better look at the scarring. Maybe it's a good thing he hasn't bumped into this dog's owner yet; he'd have more than a few words for them.

Diarmuid sits back on his heels with a discontented hum.]

Really, though... you're far too well trained for a stray.

[callmeven]

[the shoe is gone and ven only glances at coill when he takes it, his attention more focused on dia's hands touching at his scar. the way he looks up at dia it almost seems like he completely understands him...

ven raises a paw again to set against dia's wrist and tilts his head.]

'm not a stray.

i lost... this tag... fml....

[ua_duibhne]

Either way, you-

[Several emotions fly by in mere moments. First, a burst of almost childlike glee as the dog puts its paw over his hand-it's cute and he's not ashamed to admit it- and then, out of nowhere, the unexpected sequel. Stunned silence. Diarmuid stares at the dog for a few moments, bewildered.

It's not really unusual for animals to talk here given the nature of some of the residents but still.]

... oh. My apologies, sir.

[It's all he can think to say.]

i did too its ok...

[callmeven]

[if ven could laugh as a dog he would. instead it just comes out as a very amused snort, still with his paw in dia's palm.]

It's okay! Actually I live right here. [nodding at the house behind him, tail wagging.] My name is Ven!