Fourth Floor Hallway, Tuesday night [3/11]

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Hoshi couldn't sleep, and Porthos wasn't tired enough yet since Hoshi cut short their evening walk. Those statues that started appearing just creeped her out too much.

So Hoshi was playing ball in the hallway with the puppy until he got bored, or until someone complained about the noise. The latter would probably happen first.

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A.J. chuckled a bit at Porthos' enthusiasm. "Cheese?" he asked, although carefully, as not to give the dog any false ideas. "Really?"

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"According to the commander, Porthos isn't allowed to have you-know-what, but he goes absolutely nuts for it," said Hoshi as Porthos sat up and begged. "But geez, how can you say no when he's all cute like that?"

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Giving Porthos another good look, A.J. had to definitely agree with that. He gave the puppy a smile and rubbed his hand down his neck a little and said, "You'd probably be best not keeping any around. Cheese has got to do all sorts of bad on his digestive system or something."

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"Definitely. I stocked up on doggie biscuits just to be on the safe side," said Hoshi. "I had no idea there were so many choices as far as dog food."

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"Why do you think that is, anyway?" A.J. mused aloud. "Do you think there's really that much of a taste difference? And, if there is, how do they know? It's not like they can just ask the dogs, and the dogs can tell them, 'Hey, y'know, it's a little meaty. I like it.'"

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"It's probably because we're all suckers for buying it," said Hoshi. "I mean, the dogs don't go in there and pick out what they want. Then again, you probably have more first-hand experience with what a dog wants," she chuckled.

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"That's true..." A.J. said, his eyes drifting off a bit as he tried to remember exactly what he had been eating at that time. He couldn't remember much.

"I remember a lot of shoes. And painting, but that has nothing to do with eating."

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"Not even eating any shoes?" asked Hoshi. "Porthos tried chewing on mine, but they started fighting back."

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"Oh! Was that on that day last week where the shoes were all alive and crap? Ooof, bad timing, Porthos."

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"Oh, did he learn his lesson," said Hoshi. "When I got back from class, the shoes had him cornered. He liked the dust bunnies a lot better."

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Chuckling a little, A.J. scritched again behind Porthos' ears. "Yeah, I bet. Did he have any thoughts on the singing?"

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"Not that I could tell, but he seemed a little confused when I started singing to him," said Hoshi.

Porthos yawned, which made Hoshi giggle. "Aww, I think someone's getting sleepy."

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"Can't blame him," A.J. grinned. "I'm sure, with the hard, trying life he leads...Too much playing ball."

He gave the puppy's head another good scritch before standing up slowly. "So, maybe I should leave you to it, then? Get the poor boy to bed?"

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"Sounds like a good idea," said Hoshi, scooping up Porthos. "Have a good night, A.J. And stop by any time. I'm sure Porthos will by happy to see you."

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"Maybe I will," A.J. nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets for a moment as he figured that, from his perspective right now, he probably wouldn't, but you never knew. "Night, Hoshi. Night, Porthos."