The hallways, Wednesday night

[forgottenpants]

Pete didn't do idle well. Thus, having not yet been introduced to television or the wonders of the internet, he was skulking about the hallways, making a mental map of all the entrances and exits and good places to hang random traps.

And generally looking like he just might be up to no good.

Possibly, he was planning to torture the students by singing.

She'll be comin', comin', coming, comin', comin,
Row-hound that mounTAIN! When she comes,
Oh when she comes, when she comes,
She'll be comin'! (comin'comin'comin'comin')
Round that MOUNTAIN when she comes,
(Oh well, when she comes. . . .)

[ooc: dance for me! er, I mean, open!]

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[forgottenpants]

Pete paused mid "comin'" to stare at Pup. "Now what the hell kind of canine is that?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Pup stopped howling and started wagging, staring expectantly up at the noisy guy.

"Hellhound," Walter answered, leaning in his doorway. "And music critic."

[forgottenpants]

Pete looked from Pup to Walter and back. "That thing has six eyes. It yours?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

No need to hide his amusement. "Yes. His name is Pup."

Pup was still waiting to be petted, wagging until his tail was a blur.

[forgottenpants]

"Does it bite?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

As tempting as it was to say yes, Walter shook his head. "No. He's well trained."

Of course, he might try to roto-rooter Pete's sinuses if he got a chance, but Walter wasn't going to warn him about that.

Pup was now whining about being talked about without being petted.

[forgottenpants]

"Niiiiiiiice doggy," Pete slowly bent down to pat Pup, wary of any kind of averse reaction. It wasn't as though Pete and Walter got along, after all. He could be lying.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Pup licked Pete's hand and jumped up, wriggling with delight.

[forgottenpants]

"That is a nice doggy!" Pete smiled genuinely and rubbed behind Pup's ears. "A cute little feller too, ain'tcha. And you like to sing. How'd you end up with an owner like Nancy-boy over there?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Pup's eyes glowed red while he wagged himself silly with the scratching.

Well, actually my vampire lover sent a piece of himself to keep me company. Nah. Not something he'd be sharing with Pete.

[forgottenpants]

"That's quite a trick there, fella!" Pete bent lower to pet more thoroughly. "Why, I bet you'd like a good slightly left of moral plan, too, wouldn't you. Oh yes you would! Who's a cute little outlaw doggie?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Ooh, a face! Pup jumped up to try to lick Pete's nasal cavity face. Happy slobbery hellpuppy kisses.

Walter snickered quietly from the doorway.

[forgottenpants]

"Ack! Get it off! Get it off!" Pete leaned his head back away from Pup's tongue. "Very friendly doggie. But I'm afraid I do not desire such imtimate relations between man and beast."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Down," Walter said sharply, and Pup dropped back down to lick Pete's hands again.

"I'm sure we're all happy to know that," he said to Pete.

[forgottenpants]

"Well, either way, that's a delightful pooch you got there, Nanc--Walter."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter raised an eyebrow. That was progress. Maybe he wouldn't bait the guy.

Much.

"Yes, he is." Other than the impalement thing, but that was minor.

[forgottenpants]

"What say you to some manner of truceful agreement?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Pup yapped at Pete for forgetting who the star of this show was.

Walter smirked at his pet and nodded. "If you like Pup, you can't be all bad."

[forgottenpants]

"And if you've got a canine like Pup, neither can you."