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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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"Watch out or I'll take you both home. You'll have all the space you need to run around, but you'd have to deal with my guys." And Tuffy gets territorial.

His eyebrows shift, dark eyes almost rolling before he sits back fully on the stool and nuzzles up under her palm.

Hey, it's totally cool to rub on your best friend's girl when you're a puppy.

Awwww, Gus! ~~She promises she won't tell Shawn.~~

She gently massages his head in response. "This is still better than the time I had to rescue you both from your supply closet."

A grunt escapes the pup's throat and he eagerly pushes up against the massage.

That was totally Shawn's fault.

"...And you kept trying to boost each other up, and knocked everything down." She moves down to scritch his neck ruff.

He's the one that made the 'coming out of the closet' jokes. I just wanted a 3 hole punch.

The tip of his pink tongue pushes out between little white puppy teeth at the entirely welcome scritch of her nails.

"And I asked you if you wanted to be alone." She starts petting his belly. Then she takes a glance over her shoulder to make sure no one's watching her talk to herself. She's surrounded by birds, Transformers, and trees.

In this bar? It's almost impossible to look like the crazy one. Besides, technically she's talking to a puppy. Which is totally cool.

You're not supposed to walk away when he says 'yes'.

But, the warm hand on his belly is quickly endearing him to agree with anything she has to say.

"I should check and see if you still have that jar of caramels stashed in there." His tail's wagging, and Juliet snickers.

He wuffs again, nosing at her sleeve.

They're somewhere safe.

"I bet I can find them. And you can't complain, because dogs can't have chocolate." NEEENER!

Puppy!Gus nips her sleeve and gives it a rough tug.

Caramel isn't chocolate.

BELLY-RUB

"Chocolate-dipped caramel!"

Mmmm... belly rub is trumping caramel. There's something horribly wrong and yet oh so right about that.

"Allllll mine...and maybe some for you when you're human." Because tummy surgery would be terrible for a little puppy.

Gus nips at her sleeve again and lets out a slightly more menacing puppy wuff.

MINE JULIET. ALL MINE.

She pats the tip of his nose. "Uh-uh. I'm not cleaning doggie throw-up out of my shoes." It was bad enough when it was Shawn, as a human, at the station's Christmas party.

He wuffs again and then licks her fingers.

Fine...

"Good boy," she replies. His jowls get a gentle scritching. "I'm gonna have to find Shawn soon. You boys are too small to run around here without a chaperoned."

The puppy pouts and wuffs again.

He happens to like running around. He's not that little.

He's tiny enough not to be able to climb. "I saw you trying to climb up the side of the bar," she points out.

If a puppy could reasonably frown, he would be - even as he paws at her.

Not his fault the bar is so high.

"That's the point," she declares. "I need to get you both somewhere safe."

His stubby tail makes another circular wave and he nuzzles against her again, curling up against her.

She smiles at his enthusiasm. That hasn't changed, at least. resting her palm on his belly, Juliet starts gently massaging. He needs a little nap before she takes him home and rounds up Shawn.

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