dog days of summer are the worst

[ifnotloyal]

WHO: Ace and some random happenstances (aka Dean, Connie, and Aracely).
WHERE: Various spots in Heropa.
WHEN: Over the week?
WHAT: People keep running into this weird talking dog...
WARNINGS: n/a

Comments

[ifnotloyal]

Um. Yeah... I'm sure they are.

[ He doesn't sound sure, but then, when he'd been brought here, a supernatural war had only just begun to catch up to them all over the place. Thaaat isn't really something you bring up in a casual conversation, though. ]

Yours is... really? [ Talk about ridiculous odds. At least that alone is enough to pull him back up out of miserable thoughts of home. He looks up again, ears tilting forward once more. ] What do they say?

[ Because he lost his original ability to do that. He can't even talk to his own kind anymore and that's been a real let down! Either that or, well, maybe the animals here just aren't as smart. ]

[dontforgetpie]

[He knows what it's like to worry about the people left behind when there's a supernatural disaster hanging over everybody's heads, but it's not like that's anything he wants to talk about either. Dean lets the comment about Ace's family go though - because who wants to talk about feelings anyway - and focuses on the questions with a shrug.]

Mostly, they're kind of like people, actually. Some of them are assholes. Some are alright. Can't you talk to them? I mean... You are a dog, right? [Rather than some sort of supernatural creature that just looked like a dog, since that would be just Dean's luck.]

[ifnotloyal]

Oh, yeah, I am. I've always been a dog.

[ People keep asking if he's a shapeshifter or something, so this isn't at all a strange question to him anymore. ]

But no, I can't. Not here, anyway. I guess whoever decides this stuff didn't think I'd still want to talk to my own kind or something.