Post by Mulven Renehan on Jul 29, 2016 2:47:14 GMT
"DICCEEE!" Mulven was scrambling out of his apartment and shouting for Dice.
"DICE!" He yelled again as he looked both ways. dung no sign of him. "DICE!" he barked once more, choosing a direction and running in it. Rava was going to kill him.
"DICE!"
"Wrong district mate, you wanna place dice you need to look on the 'nother side o' the tracks m'friend." Some scurvy fellow instructed him. Mulven thought to answer, but shook his head, no time.
He checked in a nearby rubbish bin outside of a dinner. "Dice?" No luck.
"dung dung dung, she's going to kill me." He shouldn't have left the front door open while dog sitting. But the dog was so well behaved and the day was so nice out, it seemed harmless.
Yeah, harmless till that other mutt went trotting by, and Dice thinking he was a much bigger dog than he really is, got all huffy and territorial. He took off yapping and chasing the bigger stray and here Mulven was, left in their dust.
DING!
the bell on a copier shop door rang as Mulven ducked inside.
"I need signs, big signs, that say Lost Dog, Male, name: Dice...." Mulven went on to rattle of a description for the copier who was drafting as quickly as he could given the speed at which Mulven was speaking.
2 hours later. He was almost done hanging signs around the merchant district, he had a few left and was about to head down to the docks and post them there. Maybe the dog knew how to get home? Maybe it went straight home to Rava's pub on the shore. It seemed like a good idea, and he was hopeful, but also dreading. If Rava found out he'd lost the dog on his watch............
Mulven's feet screeched to a halt, and his hands (with the flyers) snapped behind his back.
"Ra- Rava! Hi!" He greeted at the sight of her.
"DICE!" He yelled again as he looked both ways. dung no sign of him. "DICE!" he barked once more, choosing a direction and running in it. Rava was going to kill him.
"DICE!"
"Wrong district mate, you wanna place dice you need to look on the 'nother side o' the tracks m'friend." Some scurvy fellow instructed him. Mulven thought to answer, but shook his head, no time.
He checked in a nearby rubbish bin outside of a dinner. "Dice?" No luck.
"dung dung dung, she's going to kill me." He shouldn't have left the front door open while dog sitting. But the dog was so well behaved and the day was so nice out, it seemed harmless.
Yeah, harmless till that other mutt went trotting by, and Dice thinking he was a much bigger dog than he really is, got all huffy and territorial. He took off yapping and chasing the bigger stray and here Mulven was, left in their dust.
DING!
the bell on a copier shop door rang as Mulven ducked inside.
"I need signs, big signs, that say Lost Dog, Male, name: Dice...." Mulven went on to rattle of a description for the copier who was drafting as quickly as he could given the speed at which Mulven was speaking.
2 hours later. He was almost done hanging signs around the merchant district, he had a few left and was about to head down to the docks and post them there. Maybe the dog knew how to get home? Maybe it went straight home to Rava's pub on the shore. It seemed like a good idea, and he was hopeful, but also dreading. If Rava found out he'd lost the dog on his watch............
Mulven's feet screeched to a halt, and his hands (with the flyers) snapped behind his back.
"Ra- Rava! Hi!" He greeted at the sight of her.