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It's been a long day, hell... a long week... a long life for Burton Guster. When he comes through the door, he's even more reserved than usual. Contemplative, even quiet.

"Cheeseburger and a large glass of milk, please?" He asks, sitting at the bar a long moment before noticing the terminal - already oblivious to the scattered Lego thanks to not-too-long-ago experiment in lightsaber building. If he'd have listened to Gus' suggestion phasers would have totally worked better. "What's this?"

He squints at the terminal and pushes a button, reading through the information until the choices come up.

A black leopard? Pretty sweet, powerful, graceful, sexy...

And if he was gonna be a robot, well... that would be pretty cool. He can think of a couple people he'd like to exterminate.

Being a female version of himself? It's confusing enough to try and meet women... he's not about to try being one.

About to give up, he hits the last choice... and, well... even Gus is not immune to the opportunity to be absolutely adorable.

He pushes the button and then picks up his burger and takes a bite. These things take time, right?

Until as the warm taste of a perfect meat and dripping cheese crosses an unfamiliar... muzzle? Gus looks side to side and then down where sure enough he's now standing on the stool with soft black paws holding him up on the bar with his nose buried in cheeseburger.

There are worse ways to spend the day.

[ooc: Puppy!Gus just wants love and affection... and cheeseburger!]

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Pleased with the show of submission, the puppy takes another bite and the realizes... hey... that cat's a... a... CAT.

It's his duty, as a dog to tease said cat... and what better way than a good chase?

Scrambling up onto the bar with his uncoordinated puppy feet, Gus pounces on the orange furball, knocking over his milk in the process.

HEY, NO FAIR!

With an alarmed howl, the kitten scrambles away from him.

Claws and clumsy feet click against the bar as he slides across the polished surface - scrambling right back after him.

I'm gonna get you... stupid orange cat...

Letting out a meek puppy wuff, nearly tumbles off the bar in his pursuit.

Haaaaah.

Fur bristling, he slinks up to the dog and bops him gently on the nose. No claws, since he doesn't really want to hurt the pup.

Especially since he's pretty sure they know each other...

The bop stops him dead in his tracks, wide eyed and skittering as he nearly falls again - how they hell do you steer on four paws anyway? - sniffing the cat deeply.

Damn it. Pineapple mango surprise? No real cat would dare go around smelling like that...

He wuffs gently, shaking his puppy head hard enough for one ear to fall over an eye. Not entirely convinced, he digs his nose into the cat's chest ruff - nosing up until he can smell his belly.

Yup, definitely Shawn.

He considers continuing the chase anyway, just because Shawn *would* be a cat by choice.

... there's only one person he knows who'd possibly do that to him.

Gus?

As if to confirm his suspicion, he reaches out and softly pokes the puppy's nose again.

The puppy raises an eyebrow and pushes against him again, almost knocking him over before looking back to the mostly okay looking burger and overturned milk dripping off the bar.

Okay, they might be in a little trouble.

He nudges back against Gus. They'll be ~~fist~~pawbumping in no time.

He follows the puppy's gaze to the small trail of havoc they've left behind them.

...Oops. My bad.

Our bad.

The puppy wuffs and then scoots around on the bar to face the mess - slowly walking toward it on unsteady paws.

Of all the trouble they've gotten themselves into over the years, this ranks very near the minor end of the scale.

Still... he commandeers a pile of napkins someone's left on the bar and nudges them toward the puddle of milk.

Okay, I should have thought twice about the whole 'lack of thumbs' thing.

The chances of ending up on the other end of a gun are pretty slim, so it's not too bad.

In the process of nudging the paper toward the milk, the kitten ends up more of a soggy shredded napkin covered mess.

The puppy knows better and begins licking the puddle off the bar.

Hey, one of the benefits of doghood - nobody thinks twice when you just lick stuff.

Shawn's too busy wriggling around trying to dislodge bits of shredded paper.

There's a thump and a squeal as he falls off the bar.

... I'm okay.

If dogs could laugh, there'd be one rolypoly black puppy laughing his chubby little ass off. Instead, Gus slides to the edge of the bar with his little tail turning like a helicopter as he grins down at the pile of cream and orange fur.

You have to be smarter than the paper, Shawn.

There's an annoyed hiss from below.

Come down here and say that to my face, fluffy.

The hiss only makes him wag harder, which has the unfortunate consequence of making that threat a reality as the wiggling bottom sense him head over tail in a heap of black puppy on top of the cat.

"Wuff!"

Shawn wriggles out from under him before flopping down into the feline equivalent of a belly laugh.

They love each other. Really.

Puppy!Gus noses against the lol-ing cat and rolls him onto his back to playfully nip at his belly, pulling away a tuft of orange fur.

So much love.

Shawn flails a bit more, bopping Gus on the snout again. (Accidentally this time, honest!)

Dude, did you just BITE me?

Oh, it is SO on.

The puppy lets out a happy yip, flagging his tail so hard his whole body wiggles.

Not bite... more playful nip...

He nuzzles his head against the kitten's chest and then pushes a little harder - knocking him a bit.

He playfully headbutts the pup back. This is actually pretty fun.

... You know, there's still a perfectly good burger up there.

Another light wuff and he follows Shawn-cat's line of sight to the burger... all the way up there on the bar.

How the hell did it get so tall?

With a low, frustrated grunt, he put his feet up on the barstool - staring up at the padded seat. Yeah... no way he's making it up there.

Shawn hops up on the barstool, landing rather unsteadily (even as a cat, he's still sort of clumsy) before hopping back up on the bar.

Hm... yeah, I don't think that's happening. Unless...

He meows something to the bar, and a small set of puppy-accessible steps appears.

One jealous puppy becomes one quite impressed puppy... scrambling up the steps towards a big fat slice of cheezburger Heaven.

Tail wiggling, spinning, barely keeping him balanced on the polished bar as he noses up to the burger - reluctantly offering Shawn-cat one side.

He tucks his tail around his paws as he settles in, nibbling on the other side of the burger.

He refrains from pointing out that they look like an interspecies version of Lady and the Tramp.

Gus, on the other hand, takes full advantage of his puppy-hood and dives right in for the meat and cheese, happily chowing down.

So, if they meet in the middle over a scrap of ground chuck, it's totally okay... right? It's not weird when you're animals.