I'm Not a Sugary Treat - RP

CoolEmoticon said the following:

Napoleon yawned as he stretched his limbs till they popped causing the sweet sensation of relaxation within his muscles and joints. He slept like a rock all morning, nothing disturbing him from slumber, such as his owner who he swore tried to make as much noise as he possibly could in the mornings before he left. It irked him, but he was grateful for the care he was given nonetheless. I mean some more belly rubs wouldn't hurt, but at least he was fed. It wasn't the quality food he was used to, but it kept him alive at the very least. He let out a disgruntled sigh as he walked towards his food bowl, thoroughly emptying it before heading out the house through the doggy door his master built in for him. Now to head to town to pass time, he thought to himself.
He cringed in surprise when his paws hit the rocky roads off the town roads as he was never a fan of harsh terrains. He let out a snort, nose held high, but he continued walking, making his way through town. He was enjoying the breeze blowing through his fur as it cooled his skin. Due to his nose being held up towards the sky, he failed to realize the large rust colored lump of fur that blocked his path. He looked down in surprise, catching himself before he stumbled to the ground. He let out a growl of annoyance at the mass before hitting it with his paw just hard enough to get whatever it was up and out of his way.


Wolf-Chalk said the following:

Lass was jostled from her nap when a sudden weight hurled itself clumsily over her back. Like a brick though she barely moved, instead the collie mix lifting her head to see the irritated shepherd. She'd never seen this male around before and Lass chuckled to herself with a loud yawn. "Easy there pretty boy," Lass said in a warm tone. "Ol' Lass is getting up, no need to get your frosting in a twist cupcake."


CoolEmoticon said the following:

Napoleon didn't like all the nicknames. He didn't like when people called him other names besides who's he was given. He scoffed in annoyance. "My name isn't that of a sugary treat, and it's definitely not 'pretty boy'. It's Napoleon," he told her, quite irritated. He waited for the fluffy beast to get up and out of his way. He glared at her all the while, waiting. He hated waiting; why would he of all dogs have to be forced to waste his precious time on such nonsense.
Then again, this dog was quite entertaining and piqued his curiosity for some reason, not to mention she was fairly pretty. He tilted his head to the side. "It's Lass correct? May I ask what you were doing laying down in the middle of the road? " He asked, curious.


Wolf-Chalk said the following:

"Like the short stuff guy, right?" Lass mused in reply, half-lidded eyes looking at the male as she smile with her mouth open, tongue hanging out the side. "Yes, it is Lass, cupcake," she said, nodding as she threw him a wink. "You're the new kid, ain't you honey?" Lass added, seeming to ignore his question in favor of asking her own.


CoolEmoticon said the following:

Napoleon was surprised to say the least at the fact the other realized he was staring. He gave the other a small, yet crooked smile, partly due to the fact he was irritated the other still called him 'cupcake' when he instructed otherwise. "Yes, I am new here. Just moved here with my owner this week actually." He puffed out his chest. He wasn't all too surprised when the other blatantly replaced his question with her own. Not that he was all that upset, but he wasn't fond of it either.


Wolf-Chalk said the following:

"So I heard, a pretty birdy told me, honey," Lass replied, arching her thick brows idly with lax eyes and smiles. "Just so you know, I know everything about this little nowhere town of ours, so now you know that I know all!"


CoolEmoticon said the following:

Nowhere town is right, he thought to himself. He still wasn't too fond of the idea of living in such a small, rural town. He wished to be back home where he could hear the horses pulling carriages navigate their way through the streets. Hell, he even missed the annoying arguments between the people on their way to work in the morning! But alas, fate was unkind to him and he would have to make due. A small, barely noticeable smile made its way to Napoleon's face. "Well, then, doll, I guess I'll be heading your way if I ever need an update on this run down town of yours."


Wolf-Chalk said the following:

"Sounds just swell to me baby," Lass replied in her usual calm yet merry tone, oozing a sort warmth. "Perhaps I could even treat you to some fine treats. I got my sources for snacks as well!"


CoolEmoticon said the following:

Napoleon puffed out his chest, standing tall and proud. "Sounds tempting. But I must ask, Lass, what you consider to be 'fine treats'" Napoleon was a fairly picky eater. He wouldn't dare eat slop or garbage.


Wolf-Chalk said the following:

"Oh you know honey bun, the good stuff like ham, bacon, beef..." She grinned at him toothily, some saliva wetting her lips at the thought of the goodies. "Bones are pretty swell too, I bury a bunch for yours truly... me!"


CoolEmoticon said the following:

Napoleon chuckled, this lady was something different; he had never come across a dog with such a large appetite and hunger for food. "Well now, that sounds mighty fine. You know, in return I could bring you some of my master's fine liver he likes to make me on occasion. Not too big on it myself, but I feel you'd enjoy it." He shot her a smile, sitting on his haunches. "It's a delicacy for us dogs."


Wolf-Chalk said the following:

"Liver.... oh my, I'm getting tingles in my toes and belly already at the mention." She grin widely at him, lazy hooded eyes lifting high to showcase her duel-colored gaze. "Mhm, liver. You know cupcake, I think we'll get on swimmingly."


CoolEmoticon said the following:

Napoleon gave a small grin to the other canine. "Looking forward to it," he replied. Seeing her so excited made him feel happy himself; this bewildered him all the while, however, since he usually isn't the biggest fan on other's feelings beyond his own. When had he grown to be so empathetic? It must be this old, run-down, country town.


Wolf-Chalk said the following:

"Good, good. Now, honey, if you ever want to find me, I'm always at my favorite spot. The post office, my man is a mail carrier and I pull a sled for 'em," she told him with a low chuckle. "I'm easy to find, trust me."


CoolEmoticon said the following:

Napoleon snickered in amusement. "Sounds like a plan. I'll be sure to bring you any goodies I happen to get my paws on," he said, knowing the other would be more enticed by their next meeting.


Wolf-Chalk said the following:

"I'll save you some of my share as well, cupcake," the collie mix replied with a smile, the tip of her tongue peeking out from the front of her mouth. Some saliva dabbled at her chin.


CoolEmoticon said the following:

Napoleon looked to the sky, noticing the sun beginning to slowly descend below the horizon. "Well, unfortunately, it looks like I'll have to depart now, as I need to get home before my master does," Napoleon stated. "It was a pleasure to meet you, however," Napoleon reassured. "We will definitely meet again," he finished.


Wolf-Chalk said the following:

"Pleasure was all mine cupcake," Lass replied with a wink, beaming. "You hurry home then, I got a date with a certain someone called B-E-D," she added, tongue curling as she yawn loudly. Lass grinned with a row of sharp teeth exposed after.


CoolEmoticon said the following:

Napoleon nodded and chuckled at the other's words, before turning the other way, and making his way home. He yawned; seemed that he, too, was tired from today's adventure. He can't wait to get home and lay in his comfy bed and get some well deserved rest.