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Jim Moriarty ([personal profile] just_cant_lose) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2017-05-23 05:36 pm
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Jim is...well. Not in as good a mood as the last time he was in. 

...see, the thing is, he doesn't want this dog. So he went home to get it, and told Sherlock it was time to give him back, and yay for a-hair-and-vomit free home, right!?

Sherlock had nodded. And looked sad.  And stroked Buster's head goodbye, AND JIM HATES THE WORLD, OKAY.

So anyway, he is here and the dog is tied to the table leg, and not even a strawberry daiquiri is making any of it better.

D:


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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
OH LOOK. Jim made good on his word. Wilford is actually surprised.

As soon as Buster spots him, he decides he's a sled dog now, and puts in a good effort at trying to drag the entire table away. This makes it a little difficult to get that stupid leash off of him, but Wilford manages it with only minimal grumbling at the dog, and not a sound to Jim. Once Buster is free, the two of them retreat back over to the fireplace - ostensibly so Wilford can try to go over some of the new notes from Nichola, but mostly so Buster can try to crawl into his lap and take every ounce of his attention.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, you shouldn't have stolen him in the first place, ass.

It quickly becomes clear that Wilford is not going to get any note-reading done. He puts them down, and doesn't exactly pet Buster, but he doesn't fight back when Buster rubs his head all over his hands.

Mostly, he's just waiting for the dog to calm down, which happens eventually. Sort of. At least, he calms down to the point that Wilford can start checking him over to make sure there's nothing he's going to need to try to figure out the logistics of a vet visit over. Most pressing is that spot on his neck and shoulder where his hair never grew back in right, but the distinct lack of sunburn does help Wilford calm down a little as well.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford glares at Jim, and immediately pries Buster's mouth open to check his teeth.

"Same moron vet that told you to feed him dog food, then?"

He lets Buster snap his jaws shut, and tries not to be overly angry right now. He has what he wants, and there's no point in being sore about it now.

But dog food? Jim fucking knows better.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not keeping it down that's the problem. You might as well be feeding him cardboard for all the good it does him."

But Wilford is not getting angry. He is going to remain calm today. Even if Buster is anything but calm right now, but that's nothing new.

"He spent his whole life eating trash. It fucked his stomach up."

And is why he's constantly hungry. No nutritional value in trash, so he had to constantly eat, throw up the junk, and eat more to get enough calories.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, he's a fucking moron."

Obviously, if he recommended food the dog can't even digest.

Buster is whining for attention now, which Wilford grudgingly gives by planting his hand right in the middle of his face. He still hasn't quite figured out exactly what to do about having a dog, clearly.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford's kind of fucked there, because he still doesn't trust Teja to not steal him all over again. But he cannot take the dog home. He can't afford to feed it, or get evicted when his landlord finds out, even if he did take out all of the money he banked up here.

"I don't fucking know," he admits.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford does not think this joke is very funny. At all.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford still isn't laughing. But then, suddenly, he gets it.

"Oh, I see. You fucked up with the boyfriend over this."

Wilford has only met Sherlock once, briefly. He doesn't know enough about the man to know whether or not he can really be trusted, especially since he did exactly what Wilford knew any adult would do. He 'knew better.'

Kids don't know better, and don't pretend to, which is exactly why Wilford paid kids to take care of the dog, instead of leaving it with a 'responsible' adult.

"Here's the thing. These fuckwits have been riding my dick about leaving him here, and I can't take him home. Not now. So I need a favour, and it sounds like you do too."

He's not used to these mutually-beneficial arrangements. Mutually-assured destruction is usually more his thing.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford gets it, too. When you find someone willing to put up with all your bullshit, keeping them happy enough to make the bullshit more bearable is a requirement. He's been there before, although never really successfully.

Ordinarily, he'd let Jim crash and burn on this, and laugh from the sidelines. If he didn't have a big, four-legged problem of his own that needed solving.


Fuck.


"He's not your dog," he says finally. "You're watching after him for me, until I can take him back."
Edited 2017-05-23 18:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford snaps at a waitrat, and tells it to go fetch a menu for him. While the rat's off doing that, Wilford starts checking the dog over again, so he knows exactly what Jim will need to know.

"That means you treat him like he's my dog. Starting with throwing that disgusting processed shit out. You'll thank me when he stops stinking up your house."

Sorry, Jim. Wilford doesn't care if it was expensive. What the dog actually eats is probably even more expensive.

The rat returns, and gives Jim the menu.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilford begins a head-to-tail inspection of the wiggling dog in his lap, starting with checking over his teeth again.

"Groomer once a month," Wilford says - something he's been kind of skimping on lately, because of all the obvious reasons. "Nails, tooth cleaning, ticks, a good scrub. All that stuff. Just don't let them try to treat him for whatever skin problem they think he has. He's fine; it's not his fault he's ugly."

And the groomers absolutely will try to douse him with chemicals. They always do. And someone always gets fired over it by the time Wilford's done with them.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's pedigree, actually." Not that it makes a difference. He's still ugly. "And you're the one who tied him up in the forest, where the ticks live."

Though Wilford hasn't spotted any ticks on him. Not yet, anyway.

He tugs on one of Buster's ears to get a good look instead, and makes an annoyed sound. "His ear mites are back," he says, reaching for a napkin. "Take care of that."

Wilford uses the napkin to dig the gunk out of Buster's ears, and throws it into a fire. Buster protests all the while, shaking his head manically when Wilford finally lets go of him.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-05-23 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ear mites are nasty, Jim. Lucky you when Sherlock is away!

"Bill found the lost dog ad," Wilford says.

But at that point, the bet was still on, and the lost dog ad was a cheap ploy to win the bet, so Wilford ignored it.

He gets to Buster's nasty shoulder, checking once more just to be sure that he's not unusually pink or anything, but he seems fine. "He's an inside dog. We've been over that. He's also a skinny fucker, and he'll bruise his joints if you make him sleep on a hard floor."

At home, he straight up gets the bed. It's not like Wilford ever used it for anything, ever, at all.

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