Backing into the bar...

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...the Pembroke corgi shows why he didn't just jump up at the door when he turns around -- a bag dangles from his mouth which he manages with great gentleness, as if the globular-looking contents, bulging through the fabric, are quite fragile.

He looks around, sniffs around for a familiar person. Spike in particular, but Beth, Faye... even Gren or Julia would be able to help him. He regrets having to leave his romaji Scrabble tiles behind so he could carry his present; it makes it harder to communicate with regular, limited humans. Hopefully, one of the magical types or a shapeshifter will come by.

Ein remembers he'll have to be good if it's one of the cat-shaped ones.

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There are plenty of pets around this place, but he's never seen another Welsh corgi besides Ein; he's surprised and kneels down by the front door.

"Hi there, little fellow. I haven't seen you in a long time. Where have you been?" He scritches the dog behind his right ear.

Dogs haven't ever really been his thing, but he likes them well enough. He's just been a little too transient for too long and now... well, now he's dead. "What have you got there?"

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Gren! Gren knows how the Scrabble works, but... the Scrabble is elsewhere and Ein's mouth is full. What to do, what to do....

He sets the bag down very gently and whines. Maybe this can be done as a hai/ie thing.

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Oh, it's a game. He's probably smart enough to figure it out.

"You looking for someone?"

That seems like a good place to start.

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:enthusiastic nod!: Ein circles and wiggles his fluffy rump.

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That's clearly a yes; Gren holds out both hands down low. "Okay. This hand is a boy, and this one's a girl. You looking for a male or a female?"

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Oh, he's good, this one.

Ein nudges the 'boy' hand with a cool, not-quite-moist nose.

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Okay, so it's not Faye and it's not Julia. Not Ed. So that leaves...

"Are you looking for Spike?"

Gren hasn't seen him in a really, really long time, now that he thinks about it.

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'WAN!' In emphasis, Ein bounces into a play-bow, then jumps up against Gren. He's very careful to miss his little bag as he moves around so vigorously.

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"I don't know where he is." He shrugs with great apology and stands. "But that doesn't mean we can't find out. We can start with the bar, how does that sound?"

Ein sure looks excited; Gren knows he's being followed. In fact, he leans down and picks up Ein; it's quicker that way. He lays a palm on the bar's surface.

"Hi, bar. My friend here is looking for Spike and we haven't seen him. Can you tell us what room he's in? We'll be good and knock on the door first and everything."

Actually, he's never been sure if Bar gives out that type of information or not, but everyone's pretty friendly.

For a moment, nothing happens.

"This is his dog, looking for his human. I promised to help."

After another delay, a piece of paper appears; Gren picks it up and reads it. "Thanks, Bar." He rubs the top of Ein's head. "Want me to put you down?"

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Ein had snagged his bag again before his speedy transport; in answer to Gren he squims a little and nods again. The squirming's as much to try to read Bar's note as to communicate putting-down-ness.

The motion sets the cloth bag to swinging. Ein quickly moves to damp its motion so the contents won't bang into anything. Bruises would be bad.

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"Room 8," Gren tells Ein as he puts him down. "Need me to show you where it is?"

For a little dog, Ein sure is big; he gets petted from the top of his head to the tip of his rump.

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Ein shakes his head very slowly and carefully. In lieu of a proper lick of gratitude, he leans against Gren's legs in what approximates half of a human hug.

Then, instead of his usual full-speed bound that he uses to climb the stairs, when he was staying with Edward and Hotaru now and then, he walks with great deliberation, one tread at a time, and disappears upstairs to find Room 8.