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Everything has been so exciting this past week, sometimes a raccoon just needs a break. So there is a grey banded mammal lounging on the bar counter, little red wagon full of stuff parked close by. He'd be in his bed but...so...far...away...

So instead he's sprawled on the counter, his paws on the left side dangling over the edge along with his tail. He's dozing lightly and possibly just waiting for night to come again, that seems to be when he has all of his energy.

[OOC: ~~and time for class. I will return in...three hours or so to pick up tags again. Laters!~~ And back!]

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Amanda needed more thread for her little project and doesn't notice the racoon at first and nearly jumps when she does just because of how close it is.

"Hello." her body is still shaking from the shock but is quickly calming down.

The raccoon sits up quickly at the jumping and nearly topples off the counter. He waves a paw shyly and tries for a smile that ends up being mostly tiny fangs, "Howdy."

Fortunately they are timy fangs so she is okay with it, especially after spending time with a lion.

Now the talking was new, "You can speak?" she sounds pleseantly suprised.

He nods, "I can now. Most of the time..." Except when that pesky animal instinct takes over.

"Sorry if I scared ya."

Shaking her head, "That is alright. I am getting used to it."

She asks Bar for more thread and it appears. Remembering her quest, "I don't suppose you are Bob?"

The spool of thread is eyed to see what it is but its not shiny so the raccoon stays where he's at and is able to answer.

"Nope, I'm Bill." He pulls his little wagon closer and fishes out his Sheriff's badge so he can show it to her.

Amanda isn't particularly comfortable with law enforcement types, authority figure and all that but it's Milliways so she is trying.

"Oh, nice to meet you Bill. I'm Amanda"

Aww, but Bill is currently a cute and furry law enforcement type critter!

He sets the badge back in the wagon. "Nice ta meet you too." He probably doesn't have to add this but does just in case, "I'm not usually a raccoon."

Amanda nods, "I figured but it is still good to know for sure."

He nods, pulls a half eaten Payday candy bar from the wagon and nibbles on it.

"Yeah. Been a crazy week. So, where you from?"

"France, you?" no she isn't used to telling the year though she should know better by now.

"Wheelsy, South Carolina." He replies. "2006. Want some candy?" He offers the Payday up towards her.

She shakes her head, "No. It will get all over the place and I am trying to sew." she lifts up the thread for emphisis.

"Is South Carolina in the United States that I have heard about?" since his accent (what of it she can tell through a racoon's mouth) sounds American to her.

He nods and takes the candy back, scarfing it down himself.

"Yep. On the East Coast. Uh...when you from?" Because 'heard about' makes it sound like perhaps she knows of the US only from here.

"Around 849." she takes a seat and asks for a smoothie because well she could use a break.

Bill scratches his ear and gives a little shrug, "I guess you wouldn't know much about the place then huh? But that's were I'm from. I like it."

The air in the general direction of the smoothie gets a sniff. Mmmm, fruity. "What's that?"

SHe srugs, "I don't know. The Bar just served it to me one day and I liked it." the electric blue color is natural, "It tastes sweet, fruity, but unlike any that I have ever tasted."

There is more sniffing and the raccoon's whiskers tremble.

"Can I have some?" She should feel lucky he asked this time instead of just shoving his snout into her glass.

Not entirely sure that she would have minded, hard to tell. "Sure." she extends the glass towards him.

It's made with an exotic electric blue fruit from the distant future, it is sweet and tangy.

So the Panzer squeekie was fun while it lasted but with the majority of the canine population having played with it..well it didn't last very long. But now he has a new 'toy' that he is eyeing: a striped fuzzy thingie hanging over the edge of the bar.

The little parapup Whippet is sitting under it, head tilted to the right and ears perked forward. Timing has to be right on this..No second chances before the rest of the dogs that are running amuck can find it..

On the count of three George jumps with his mouth open intent on catching the striped fuzzy toy!

The raccoon was just getting to that stage of napping where sleep was settling in when his leg is seized and he's pulled off the counter.

There is a raccoony 'yelp' sort of noise as he falls and then there is angry panicked chattering as the raccoon realizes he's been captured! He quickly turns on the dog holding his legs. With a shrieky war cry the raccoon latches onto the Whippet's face with tiny teeth and claws.

He was aiming for the tail- because it was fuzzy and looked like a toy! George yelps letting the raccoon who he didnt know was a raccoon go. However, when the other meaner thingie bites at his face? He howls so loud that noone would not be able to miss it.

Someone got a rabies shot handy?

Whining the little Whippet tries to smack the other animal away so he can flee.

Raccoons do not run from a fight!

Or rather, Bill doesn't let go because he's afraid if he does he won't be able to get away from the dog.

The biting does stop but there is still chattering and clinging on.

Hang on, Bill! You're going for a ride!

The little Whippet takes off running darting between chairs, tables, and patrons. George figures there has to be a way to get the creature off but what that would be he has no clue. So he darts under the smallest part of a chair, actually having to drop to his stomach and slide towards it hoping the mean rabid creature will get off!

All the while George is whining, bleeding, and being a pouty sort of puppy.

Ack! Low bridge!

Bill leaves the dog's face to scramble down it's back as George slides under the chair. The raccoon grabs the Whippet's skinny tail and hangs on as they skid across the floor clearing the chair.

Would it be bad to mention now that the Whippet is also wearing shiney dog tags? There is a lot of clattering and sounds of breaky thingies as dog and raccoon go sliding across the floor. Luz yelps loudly again as the mean bitey creature thingie grabs his tail prompting him to take off running again. Whippets are related to grayhounds after all..so he can do this for a while.

The smart thing to do would be to let go. The raccoony instinct is to hold on tight!

Bill follows that as he clings to the tail, bouncing along behind the dog. With some effort he starts to climb up the tail and as the dog jumps over something Bill bumps up and ends up on the dog's rump clinging for dear life and chattering at the animal to STOP!

Does puppy!Luz speak raccoon?

Sadly he doesn't and he hasn't learned to speak Human since becoming a dog yet either. The chattering of the mean little furry thingie only drives George to run harder whining, yelping, and jumping trying to get the thing gone.

It did, after all, bite him.

Even if he did cause it.

It was a mean fuzzy thingie.

Bill beats the 8 second barrier and then some before finally being tossed.

He tumbles through the air and rolls when he hits the ground with his butt, BONK!, back, BAP! and head, OOF! Finally ending up on his stomach with his chin resting on the ground.

"Fuckin hell..." He mutters with a unhappy chitter, bringing his paws up to his head.

That is when the little Whippet stops, hiding under a nearby chair watching Bill through paw covered eyes. George whimpers and whines as he eyes the very mean little other animal who so badly attacked him...even if it was his own fault...

His dogtags are also in plain few now too- but don't get any ideas Bill!

He sits up carefully and starts to fuss with his fur, smoothing it out after the rough landing and eyeing the dog.

His eyes trail down to the bits of shiny.

There is no ideas! There is only instinct and instinct says SHINY MINE!

With a chatter the raccoon lunges for the dog tags.

EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At least that is what is running through the dog's mind as the raccoon lunges at him again. That and OMGWTFHALP! but since George can't say a word in the human tongue there is a very loud howl before he starts to dart away again.

HALP HALP! THE RACCOON IS TRYING TO GET ME!

Bill has got a deathgrip on those dog tags as he tries to keep up with the Whippet and also get the tags off of the mutt.

There is much chattering and chittering and finally Bill manages a, "Stop! Mine!"

"M-m-m-m-MINE!" the little pup yeps as he runs trying to keep the tags from leaving his neck and slam the raccoon against a chair or two. He's actually really surprised that he even spoke something that wasn't more than the general dog talk he had been used to.

"Mine! MIne! MINE!"

"Mine! OW! OOF! OUCH! STOP!" Bill shouts back and then gets pounded about on furniture.

"OKAY! YOURS!" Bill wants off this crazy ride! He lets go of the tags and lands in another heap like before.

The parapup slide to a halt thumping into Bar and falling over onto his back. Rolling to his side and remaining on his stomach he eyes the raccoon for a moment or two before his ears perk forward.

Sniffing in the raccoons general direction he stops and stares. "Bill?"

The sniffing by the dog gets a growl as Bill sorts out his fur again and then he sniffs back when the dog calls him by name.

The voice, the dog tags..."Luz?"

He smiles and then chatters at George, "What the hell is wrong with you?! You bit me when I was nappin!"

The little Whippet bounds forward (bloody face and all) to playfuly tackle his friend in a omgthankgoditsyou! sort of way. "I..I can't help it! You try being a dog! Everything looks like a t-t-toy!"

Even mentioning a toy makes him look around for the fallen Panzer. He will find teh squeekie!

"What gives you with chewin my face up, mac? I ain't no Kraut."

"Get off me you nut!" Bill says, shoving Luz back.

"You bit me! What the hell else was I supposed to do? An bein a raccoon ain't no damn cake walk neither. Everytime I see somethin..." Before he can finish the sentence his actions finish it for him as the dog tags come into view again.

With a chatter Bill leaps and has them in his paws again.

George snarls showing his sharp dogish teeth and tries to snap at Bill again. "No! Mine!" No way in hell he's going to be losing his tags! That was Airborne taught.

The dog tries to keep a paw on Bill if he can manage it, keeping the raccoon down and from trying to get his tags. That is if Bill doesn't wriggle away.

"I do have to admit," Luz says once the hair on the back of his neck is laying flat again. "It is a rather fiting animal for you."

Nooo! The tags are tugged away again and now Bill is pinned.

He wriggles and chatters under the dogs paw. "Let go!"

He bares his own teeth back at Luz, small but still sharp.

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