Charlotte turned around and looked at Dante, her neck showing in the red bar lights, "Can I help you?" She hissed, taking another deep sip from her wine.
"I mean no disrespect, but I have a proposition to make of the two of you…."
(This is going to be such a unique team, lol)
(I'm used to RPG parties being weird. My next one is going to be a kitsune gunslinger, dark elf sorcerer, kobold rogue, human sorcerer, and a half succubus nosferatu demigod. This is normal for me)
(Wow, that certainly is an interesting team. It sounds super fun)
(We haven't played yet but they all have mildly conflicting ideas)
(Seems like it.)
Once they were away from other people, Akira spoke. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, I'll follow you whatever choice you make, but I'm not sure how trustworthy this man is."
Ruby sighed, “This probably will be one of the many mistakes I’ll be making soon.”
"That's fine, I've made plenty of mistakes in my lifetime. I just want you to know that I'll go with you no matter what you choose." Akira smiled softly, looking up at Ruby.
“Aw thanks.” Ruby said, she started walking again.
(Wait what time is she supposed to go the gate? .-.)
(No idea)
Akira trotted along beside her, going quiet again once they entered a place with people.
When they finally arrived at her house, Ruby let out a huge sigh and took off her cloak. “It’s so cold outside.”
"Really? I thought it was okay, but I suppose you don't have fur, huh?" Akira shook a few snowflakes from her coat.
Ruby chuckled and put out the bed and bowl.
"So what do pet dogs do? I've lived on the streets as long as I can remember, so I wouldn't know."
“… I don’t know either, I never had a pet before. But i know for certain they don’t talk.”
"Yeah, I guessed that much. I think they go on walks, but I don't really need a leash. Eat, sleep…. I don't know. They don't do much, do they? I think we can enjoy ourselves more than that. Have philosophical conversations, and not to mention that adventure we may or may not be going on."
“Yep. You’re a philosophical doggo.”
"Definitely. I think about a lot of things considering it's not usually socially acceptable for me to just go around talking in public. Hey, maybe you could register me as a therapy or service dog so I could go into restaurants and stuff?"
“Therapy would make more sense, huh. I should do that. You’re smart.”
"I like to think so. And I'm very well behaved, so it would be believable. What kind of thing are you saying you have? Anxiety? PTSD? Depression? I know all of those can qualify for a therapy dog."
“… how?”
"How do I know that? I told you I listened in to conversations. I remembered it because I figured it might be helpful someday. Unless of course you're asking how to register or whatever, in which case I have no idea. I'm not even sure if you register or not, you could just put a vest on the dog and you're good to go."
“I’ll look into that. The stores I usually go to allow animals anyways.” Ruby said, blankly putting things in backpack.
"Hmm, okay. I guess you usually eat here then? Most restaurants don't allow pets, so that would make sense."
“I make meals by myself. Humans are annoying.”
"I agree." Akira stretched and took the bowl out of the bag, arranging it neatly on the floor.
“So what do you want to eat? I’m thinking sandwiches. Oh wait…. can you, do you eat sandwiches?”
"Depends what's on it I guess. Tomatoes are not good for dogs, neither are onions, avocados, or lemons. Those are the main things that I could think of being on a sandwich."
