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sirenspull_logs2012-09-24 08:26 pm
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tender lumplings everywhere;
Who: Growley! And... well, Crowley, eventually, once he bothers.
When: September 23rd.
Where: Sector 3.
Summary: Growley is eating all the candy.
Warnings: His Hellhound is actually rather cute.
To those that are wandering Sector Three, you may find yourself accidentally tripping over something massive in the sidewalk just outside of Crowley's manor. That object just so happens to be his Hellhound, who is happily munching on the biggest pile of candy corn you have ever seen.
The NV that Crowley has permanently attached to her collar has fallen off in her delight at discovering the tasty treat in place of her lunch. With a wag of her tail, the mailbox just outside of Crowley's home is knocked over, and she continues snuffling and munching her way through the confections as delightfully as possible.
Crowley doesn't allow her to eat these kinds of things normally, after all. She may as well enjoy it.
When: September 23rd.
Where: Sector 3.
Summary: Growley is eating all the candy.
Warnings: His Hellhound is actually rather cute.
To those that are wandering Sector Three, you may find yourself accidentally tripping over something massive in the sidewalk just outside of Crowley's manor. That object just so happens to be his Hellhound, who is happily munching on the biggest pile of candy corn you have ever seen.
The NV that Crowley has permanently attached to her collar has fallen off in her delight at discovering the tasty treat in place of her lunch. With a wag of her tail, the mailbox just outside of Crowley's home is knocked over, and she continues snuffling and munching her way through the confections as delightfully as possible.
Crowley doesn't allow her to eat these kinds of things normally, after all. She may as well enjoy it.
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Hey, buddy, whatcha got there? [An NV. Huh. That's weird.
Chuck is still contemplating the mystery (and checking the device itself for a name or serial number) when Vonnegut starts getting excited, sniffing the air and circling his owner wildly, great tail wagging furiously.]
What's going on? What d'you smell?
[As soon as Chuck asks, Vonnegut takes off in the direction of his mother, only outpacing Chuck a little (out of courtesy to his scruffy master). Chuck himself is pleasantly surprised to see Growley in a pile of candy corn, gorging herself on sweets until Vonnegut plows into her excitedly.]
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She always loves seeing her puppies, even if they are getting to be all grown up.]