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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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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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