Fourth promise; video

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[Rinoa's feed turns on, but... Rinoa doesn't look quite normal. Actually, she looks something like her dog from back home but with similar coat color and markings similar to this pretty lady.

In sum, Rinoa's a brush god, much like Vatheon's resident ones. And she is very confused.

Unable to speak, Rinoa nudges the device with her nose, whining in agitation. Although she's worried and on the verge of panic, her brain still functions like normal, so she knows she has to show who she is some other way. She steps back from the camera, fumbling over the use of her four legs. To anyone who knows her, it's clear it's her house that she's in.

She barks, desperately trying to talk. And again. And again. When no words come out, Rinoa gives up and lies on the floor, letting out a small, pitiful whine.]

((ooc: Sorry for the lack of pertinent icons. Laziness on my part :C

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[Squall isn't very fluent in dog, but he can guess that's probably a yes. Should he stop and pick up some dog food on the way over? Nah, let's not. She would probably bite his hand off or something. When Squall arrives at Rinoa's place, he at first knocks on the door before realizing no, that's stupid and he opens the door instead, finding it unlocked.]

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[Smart move on his part. She's annoyed and confused; heaping an insult on top of it all would just be a bad move.

Although the knock might be unnecessary, it does alert Rinoa to Squall arriving. She walks over to the door, still getting used to her legs, and peers her head around the door. Her tail's wagging as she looks up at him and barks.]

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Hi.

[Rinoa looks like someone took that mutt of hers, spray painted it white, then drew on it with a red marker. Okay, he's here now Rinoa. What do you need him to do?

Help him out here, he's bad with dogs.]

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[Who you calling a mutt? >(

She pushes the door close with her head (Squall can leave it open on the way out) before she turns and trots off to the kitchen. The first order of the day is food. She sits down in front of the fridge, and then looks at Squall. Open, please?]

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[Squall follows her into the kitchen silently mulling over the fact that even if, technically, it's Rinoa, he's doing the bidding of a dog. Still, he opens the refrigerator door without complaint.]

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[Yay!! She immediately pokes her head into the fridge and begins sniffing around. With her teeth she pulls out some lunch meat and plops it on the floor (it's still in the package), and then does the same with some cheese. Seemingly satisfied, with her tongue hanging out she then walks over to the counter, jumps up and manages to get her paws up on the surface. Leaning forward as much as she can, she manages to latch onto a bag of sliced bread. When she drops down from the counter, the bread comes with her.

Stepping over to Squall, she drops the bread at his feet. If he couldn't figure out what she wanted by now, to drive the point home she nudges the meat and cheese over to him with her nose.

Sammich, please?]

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[WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW INCREDIBLY STUPID THIS IS. But stupid or not, Rinoa is a dog right now and she can't do any of this stuff by herself. So, albeit with a complete lack of any enthusiasm at all, Squall picks up the food one by one and brings it to the counter. If he's being reduced to sandwich duty, he's not making one on the floor.

First, he fumbles around opening cabinets looking for a plate and one by one, he places bread, meat, cheese, (dogs eat cheese?) and finally one last slice of bread to top it off and moves the plate to the floor.

Why do you even want a sandwich Rinoa you can't eat one normally.

You don't even have thumbs.]

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[SHE'S HUNGRY MAN. REALLY FREAKING HUNGRY AND SHE WANTED A SANDWICH. Besides, most food requires hands and thumbs to eat anyway.

When he's finished and sets the plate on the floor, her tail is wagging happily. Completely unconcerned with the difficulty this might present, Rinoa bites into the sandwich and chomps at it with gusto. It's weird eating without hands, but she's got a stronger tongue and jaw muscles so that's making up for it. Mostly. Except for the mess she's making on the floor. Whoops.

A few minutes later, there's a full Rinoa and a slobbery mess on the floor. Her ears droop at the sight, and she looks up at Squall apologetically.]

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[While Rinoa is scarfing down food, Squall finds a bowl and fills it up with water to give to her. And when he turns around from the sink, there sure is a mess on the floor.

He just puts the bowl down.

Are you really going to make him clean that up?]

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[Hmph. Fine.

She trots back over to the counter, and does the same thing she did with the bread, except she grabs the paper towels. She pulls them down and... they unravel and spill into a pile onto the floor. Growling in agitation, Rinoa tears off some of the towels. A paw is smacked on top of them as she attempts to wipe up the crumbs on the floor. Attempt being the key word here.]

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[Now that just looks pathetic.]

Okay okay.

[He finds a broom and dustpan to sweep all that mess up.

Squall Leonhart, housewife extraordinaire.]

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[Success.

Hey, at least he's a good housewife. Rinoa seems satisfied at least as she steps back and lets him sweep up the mess. When he's done, she thanks him by affectionately butting her head against his leg. Seems nicer than barking, at least.]

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[He doesn't really care much for having his leg bumped into, but he recognized this is how dogs show their appreciation or something.]

What else do you need?

[Because he's wondering if he can just leave some food and water lying around and the doors open and that would be enough.]

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[Would he rather she lick him?

She shakes her head. Other than leave the door open, there wasn't much else to be done. It's not like he can fix this :( ]

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[No thank you. :|]

Then I'm going. Leave a message if you need me.

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[Seriously? You want her to leave a message on the SFC, which took her fifteen minutes just to turn on? Somehow she manages a deadpan expression at that.]

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[YES.]

...I'll stop by once a day.

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[KAY THAT WASN'T HAPPENING ANYWAY.

She barks in approval at Plan B. Much easier. Besides, visiting once a day for a week wasn't going to kill him.]

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[Okay, we good now? Great.]

See you tomorrow.

[He's outta here. At least he remembers to leave the door open.]