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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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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.

We're talking about two guys who had sleepovers, complete with jammies and cartoons, well into their thirties. Of course it's okay.

As it is, Shawn just briefly touches noses with him before nomming on the last scrap of ground meat.

Thanks.

Jammies and cartoons are awesome. ~~And nobody can ever know they still do that.~~

The puppy grins and affectionately licks the kitty's face. Mmm. Cheezburger.

Idly, he takes a bite of the bun only to have his full tummy offer a groan of protest.

Too much cheezeburger.

He yawns, pink tongue curling as it lolls out of his mouth. Curling up on the bar is looking like a good idea.

Kitten!Shawn makes a face as the puppy licks him. Nudging him to get his attention, he gestures to the fireplace area.

After all, why sleep on a hard wooden bar when there are nice warm chairs to curl up on?

Because the floor is all the way down there and getting down there isn't as easy for a roly poly puppy.

He nudges right back and then looks down over the edge of the bar before turning back to the furball and shaking his head.

Oh hell no...

C'mon, you have to come down SOME time.

He tries pushing Gus over to the stairs, which... doesn't work too well.

The pup shakes his head nearly frantic, putting out all paws to skitter across the wood and hold back the determined cat from further pushery.

I don't think so, Shawn. I'll stay up here where the food is.

Why are you scared? C'mon, you can go down backwards.

He hops down a few steps to demonstrate.

C'mon son...

The puppy looks puzzled a long moment - even more so than a puppy normally looks puzzled by the complexity of things like stairs - and follows to the edge of the bar to watch.

Only to topple head first after him as a result of miscalculating just how much his weight shifts forward when he looks down.

Thump. Whump. Whimper. Bump. Crash.

Puppy down! Puppy down!

Oops.

Shawn immediately comes over to him and noses up against him in the kitty equivalent of a hug.

You okay?

Gus glares up at him from his tangle of limbs, his tail thumping against the floor with an unamused tension as he stares down the cat.

But yes, he's fine. Bruised dignity aside.

Rolling up onto all four paws, he nudges against the cat and looks over to a nice comfy looking spot over by the fireplace where a soft looking armchair looks easy enough to get up on.

I bet we can totally get away with being on the furniture.

Totally.

He stretches, his tail twitching.

Race ya?

Puppy with a full belly and a heavy dose of clumsy?

You're so on...

The pup hunkers down closer to the floor, tail once more spinning in his version of an uncoordinated wag with a wiggle in his rump before letting out a low 'wuff!' and loping toward the chair.

Shawn scrambles to catch up with him, overtaking him rather easily... until he stumbles and trips over his own feet.

Ack!

The puppy snorts happily, trotting past him with a body-wiggling wag of his tail.

Climbing is hard... even when the footstool is just low enough Gus can get his front paws on it. Scrambling, clawing against the leather helpessly, he tries to pull himself up to jump to the chair.

Sure. Fine. Gus can win this one.

If only so Shawn can leap up on the chair above him and look smug.

I'm gonna kill you, Shawn.

The puppy, frustrated, sits back down on his rump and glowers at the kitty.

Not fair, his stubby little legs can't make it happen.

What? It's not MY fault.

He does jump back down to join Gus on the floor, though. Cause curling up by the fire just isn't as much fun if you do it alone.

Slowly, the puppy-pout fades and he nuzzles affectionately against the kitty.

Wuff!

There is a really comfy looking rug near the fire that could very easily hold two.

Shawn's trying to pretend he's not enjoying the cuddling as much as he is.

He's really not fooling anyone.

Least of all said cuddly puppy that practically radiates the need for cuddles.

He wuffs again and noses Shawn before waddling to the rug and flopping down on his belly.