038 | [Voice]

[with_discipline]

[There are som dog-tastic sounds in the background. Namely, whining.]

What does one typically feed a canine?



(((T'Pol got Sam's dog when Kirk peaced back to the Enterprise. IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE SHE HAD TO DEAL WITH DOGS.)))

Comments

Re: [Voice] - Spam it is then!

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

I work the lunch shift, so I can get some meat for him. But it should probably be cooked. Just in case.

Re: [Voice] - Spam it is then!

[with_discipline]

Should I meet you in your room?

Re: [Voice]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

Or I can come to yours.

Re: [Voice]

[with_discipline]

As Aristotle is here, that may be preferable.

Re: [Voice-Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

I'll, uh, yeah, I'll be there.

[Sam took his time in getting to T'Pol's room, not for a lack of wanting to see her, but a lack of wanting to see Aristotle again. A part of him worried that if put within reach of the dog, that he would do something to the poor creature. But when he reached her room, he knocked quietly on her door.]

Re: [Spam]

[with_discipline]

[She opened the door quickly enough; it had been some time since she'd been in close quarters with dogs. And she'd forgotten how bad they smell. T'Pol stepped aside so Sam could enter.]

He's been making a good deal of noise.

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sam offered her a slightly nervous smile as he entered and spotted Aristotle. A part of him wanted to kill the dog right then and there. But the puppy remembered Sam and hurried over to the hunter's side eagerly.]

Yeah, dogs do that.

[Spam]

[with_discipline]

[No killing things, Sam. :| T'Pol arched an eyebrow at the dog, reminded of Porthos, Captain Archer's beagle. If the captain was nearby, Porthos knew.] He seems to have missed you, [she said dryly. Dogs were surprisingly easy to read when it came to people.]

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sam squatted down a little to pat the dog's head and scratch behind the animal's ears. But he didn't do so eagerly despite Aristotle's clear excitement to see his master again.]

Yeah, maybe a little bit.

Re: [Spam]

[with_discipline]

That may be an understatement, [she observed, and after a moment, she crouched down next to them, hands smoothing along her shins.]

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sam noticed this strange-ass action and looked over at her in confusion. He honestly didn't know anyone who ran their hands along their shins like that.]

Uh, something wrong?

[But nonetheless, he continued to somewhat pay attention to Aristotle and the dog rolled over on its back, ready for some belly rubbins.]

Re: [Spam]

[with_discipline]

[What, it's totally normal. Her pants get all flarey at the bottom. She arched an eyebrow, head tilting slightly at him.]

Not at all.

[Look, cute puppy. D'awww, cute puppy. Isn't it adorable. She is not touching it.]

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sam just shrugged and stretched his hand across the dog's belly to rub it a little but without any real enthusiasm. His hate for canines hadn't really decreased all that much.]

You been taking good care of him?

Re: [Spam]

[with_discipline]

To the best of my abilities. [Which means dogs are kind of weird. They watch you way too much.]

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Aristotle just likes you, T'Pol. Because you smell like Sammy.]

Well he looks alright.

[The hunter stopped rubbing and the dog continued to lay there with its belly exposed and tongue out, expectantly.]

Re: [Spam]

[with_discipline]

[Well Aristotle does not smll like Sammy, Aristotle smells like dog. And now he's being dumb an adorable. T'Pol's pretty sure dogs are extremely manipulative.]

You still don't want him back?

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sam leaned on his knees a little.]

No.

[Aristotle rolled back over when he realized that Sam wasn't going to be rubbing his belly again. Urgently, the dog barked at the hunter, wanting some attention, but the Winchester held out a finger.]

Shut up, Aristotle.

Re: [Spam]

[with_discipline]

[That earned Sam a curiously arched eyebrow, and despite all her better judgment, she reached out to pet Aristotle delicately, trying to quiet him.]

You realize he had nothing to do with the hounds that attacked your brother.

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sam bristled visibly at her words and looked over at her with a scowl.]

Don't even start.

Re: [Spam]

[with_discipline]

[Aaaand both eyebrows jumped up.]

Start what, precisely?

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sam frowned a little before hesitating.]

I, uh, nothing.

[He blamed the bad mood on the dog. Because that made sense.]

Re: [Spam]

[with_discipline]

[She settled her hand on Aristotle's back, tilting her head to the side.]

It's clearly something, [she pressed. She's good at pressing.]

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sam just gave a non-committal shrug and stood. That whole communication thing wasn't something he was excelling at right now.]

I'll tell you later.

Re: [Spam]

[with_discipline]

[Well that was pretty clear. She rose a moment later, pretty determined to wash her hands soon.]

...Very well.

Re: [Spam]

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sam pocketed his hands and offered a half-smile.]

Thanks for taking care of him.