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Super Sneaky!! Stealth! First Entrance

Soooomeoooone left a doooor open when they went through to Milliways!

...So maybe Steven jammed his foot in the door before it could close. And he knows he's not supposed to be here, not exaaactly, but he wasn't told he couldn't come! He was told " maybe later", after Pearl and Garnet checked it out. And it's later!

Okay, he's not supposed to be here. He knows it. So he's going to walk in very sneakily, on tiptoe. He's a short kid, and his pink shirt isn't too bright, right? He'll just be keeping to The Shadows, just a quick reconnais-- recon-- mission to see what's up, here. Keeping out of the way of Enemy Surveillance. And Garnet and Pearl who are, yikes, right over there by the fireplace.

At least until he gets distracted, probably. Or someone notices a kid in bright clothing dancing around the edges of the room.

((Okay, out for the night! Still open for new threads, but I'll be tagging back tomorrow! Thanks!))

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Super stealthy! Especially when Buster tosses his baseball bat into the air, and smacks himself in the face with it.

Steven immediately and completely forgets stealth, and rushes over to the dog. "Oh no! Are you all right?" Poor puppy!

Buster barks at the baseball bat, like it meant to smack him in the face. But when Steven comes over, he forgets about being angry with it, and starts sniffing around Steven's pockets for snacks.

Tiny humans always seem to have snacks. Steven has snacks, right?

" Aw, hello! Oh, you're friendly!" Does Steven have snacks? He digs around in his pockets. " Sorry boy, this is all I've got!" It's a mostly-eaten bag of Chaps, but Buster's welcome to the shattered bits of chips that Steven shakes out into his palm!

Buster licks them up enthusiastically. It's not much, but it's something, and Buster isn't picky. And he keeps on licking Steven's hand until there is absolutely nothing left at all to lick.

Then he starts licking the other hand, just in case!

Steven giggles, and scratches behind Buster's ears. "Awww, you're a good boy! What's your name?--Oooh, you have a collar! Do you have a name..? Oh!" There's Buster's nametag! Annnnd a tag telling people...not to feed the dog.

Whoops! "ahahah. Ahah. You're not gonna tell on me, right buddy?"

Luckily, a few chip crumbs aren't going to be enough to rat Steven out.

Though, it becomes clear that he's not going to get any more, so it's back to the first plan. He picks up his baseball bat and brings it to Steven, his entire body wiggling with excitement at the prospect of play.

" Aww, you wanna play, boy? Should we go outside?" He pats Buster's haunches as he looks around for any obvious dog owner. " ...I don't want your owner to think I've dognapped you! I'm not a criminal!" But there's a very bouncy pup wanting to play! A terrible dilemma.

Clearly the only option is to take the bat and throw it across the room! Steven has a really good arm, too.

OH BOY! Buster chases after the bat, leaping over tables and knocking over chairs while barking like a deranged seal. In general, he's making a terrible, terrible racket.

He fetches up his bat and brings it straight back, knocking into everything in his path back to Steven.

It's like playing with Amethyst. Steven cringes a little at the first few chairs that tumble over, but when no one scolds him right away, that means everything's fine, right?

...Sure!

So when Buster brings back the bat, Steven laughs and tosses it again.

Why didn't Pearl and Garnet want him to be here? This place is great!

And away he goes again! Buster likes this game! It's his favourite!

Unfortunately for him, and probably for Steven, this time when Buster vaults over a table after the clattering baseball bat, he does so just as someone walks in from outside. The first thing he sees upon opening the back door is a baseball bat sailing past. The second thing he sees is his dog sailing past.

"Why?" the man with the pink moustache demands.

It throws Buster off his game, and he stumbles hard when he hits the ground. When he gets the bat, he isn't sure who to bring it to: Wilford, or Steven.

" Oh no!" Steven rushes forward to where Buster's standing."Are you okay?"

He looks up at the man with the very pink moustache."Is he yours? I'm sorry, we just wanted to play, and I wanted to ask if it was okay, but I didn't see anyone around and I didn't want to take him outside because then people might think I was trying to steal him! And...it's a really big room?"

...Okay, he knows better. Whooops.

Edited 2017-05-01 03:56 (UTC)

Hey, Wilford can't even judge. He's guilty of doing exactly the same thing a few times, as he has literally no other ideas about how to play with a dog.

"What happened last time?" Wilford demands. Not of Steven, but of the dog. "You want a repeat of that, do you?"

Buster looks Very Sad now. He does not like being scolded in public.

"Did you feed him?" This is directed at Steven. Probably. Wilford's still giving his dog a dirty look for being too trusting of strangers.

..Um. " Just-just some crumbs from my Chaps. I'm really sorry! I didn't see his tags before then! It's not going to hurt him, is it?" This is genuine concern; Steven wouldn't have done it if he'd known, and he is used to the idea that not everyone can eat the same way.

Another dirty look directed at the dog. Kids cause trouble. That's their entire point, as annoying as it can be sometimes. The dog is just too stupid for its own good sometimes.

"No, he'll be fine," Wilford says after a moment, begrudgingly. "He's good at conning people into feeding him."

Very good, clearly. Hence the giant orange tag.

Buster looks suitably ashamed, so Wilford turns his attention properly to Steven. "Your folks come here?" he asks.

OH RIGHT he was supposed to be attempting Stealth

"Ah ha...ahaaaaa....a hahahaha.." says Steven, looking not at all shifty, he's sure! "Nnnnyeeeehyyyes? Pearl found the door, and she and Garnet are here right now! I came through right behind them." That's true! Good! Yes!

Damn. Wilford would have preferred a 'no.'

"Come here often?"

He looks around for someone who might fit a vague description of 'parents,' but it's really hard to tell these things around here.

" This is my first time!" That seems safe to admit! " Do you come here often? And Buster?" It's not a challenge, just cheerful curiosity.

Also damn.

"When I can. He lives here right now though."

And he needs to find a new babysitter, since the other one unexpectedly quit on him. Kind of.

"Your folks come here often?"

" We might!" He hopes so! " But we've only just started, and they're busy a lot, so I don't know." There's been no mention of telling the Gems about him being here! That's hopeful!

But the really important thing is "--So Buster's here by himself a lot? Is it okay to play with him if you aren't here?"

"If you make sure he gets fed, I'll give you twenty bucks a week."

And if the kid's parents don't find out and cause a fuss, all the better.

Wilford looks over at Buster, who is not paying attention to this conversation. He's chewing on his own foot. Wilford sighs. This dog is so useless.

Steven salutes. "I'll do my best, sir!" Serious!

...Oh wait. " Um , but Pearl said something about not always knowing when the door would open? What happens if I can't get through?" He doesn't want to say he can't do it, but he doesn't want Buster going hungry because he can't come in , either.

"Then you don't get paid."

It's that simple.

"Anybody tell you yet how the Bar works?"

Wilford isn't going to bother telling the kid the rules. Someone else can do that.

Steven isn't really worried about getting paid, so that's okay! But the dog...oh but they're talking about something else now.

"No! How does the Bar work?" It's probably really neat!

Wilford points to the Bar.

"Go ask for the dog's menu," he says. "She'll give it to you."

Yep, the Bar is a she.

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