should be replaying ace attorney but guess what I'm not doing

[sixfoottalldog]

Aren't you supposed to be catching up on someone else's canon instead of repeatedly going back through mine?

[He props a hand at his hip.

what are you my mom]

I just don't want that rat buddy of yours getting angry with us. And, besides, the loud little pointy lawyer guy deserves some time in the spotlight too. It's been a little while since you've aired him out, right? He's starting to smell.

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[weirdsasha]

'Rat buddy' reports that it is only a matter of time before your mun gets distracted again, but that, yes, he would prefer if she make an attempt at focusing.

She'd certainly get tagged more.

[sixfoottalldog]

I'll pass the word along! Not that it'll do a whole lot of good, if I had to guess, since she seems pretty wrapped up in a lot of other stuff right now. Most of which isn't going to help her apply at that "game" any faster.

It's nice to see another bipedal canine out in these parts! Or in any parts, for that matter, other than my last family reunion. You're the first I've seen besides myself since I got here!

[weirdsasha]

That must be depressing.

...almost as depressing as being the only one at the family reunion with dog parts.

The 'game' isn't going anywhere, though the spot for her loud little man might be. It appears his source material is about to become quite popular.

[sixfoottalldog]

Well, yeah, that would be pretty depressing, too, I guess. I hadn't really thought about it.

... say... you wouldn't happen to be the only one in your family with dog parts, would you?

Oh. Yeah, looks like the boss kinda forgot about that for a second. Looks like she's gonna have to get her petticoat into gear if she's gonna get to play him at all.

[weirdsasha]

However many petticoats she happens to be wearing... although come to it, I don't think think those have gears. Or is that steampunk?

And, well, my sister has the back end of a large ass on Thursdays...

[sixfoottalldog]

Hmm. She isn't wearing any right now, but she could probably round up a few if it would help. I'm not actually sure how it would, though. Maybe they would make her feel bigger, like a little forest critter trying to look scary.

I can't tell if that's a joke or not. Should I be laughing?

[weirdsasha]

Mun says that little terriers already think they're big enough.

Also it was a joke.

.... but it is also true.

[sixfoottalldog]

She would like me to say, and I quote: "Say that to my face, not online, see what happens."

So... it's a true joke. I was never much for observational humor. I guess that explains why I'm not laughing. Max would probably have something more interesting to say about it, if he were here.

[He pauses, and then, thinking out loud:]

... wonder where he got off to?

[weirdsasha]

It's better than puns.

[He sounds philosophical.]

Also, on an observational note--haha--he rebuts that, quote, "it is a seven hour drive to your mun's place and gas is almost more expensive than sheep semen these days."

[sixfoottalldog]

Eugh. That's true.

I wasn't aware that there was even a market for that sort of thing. Is that something he stays on top of, or...

Oh, I'm gonna regret saying that. I kind of do already.

[weirdsasha]

There's quite a market, actually.

Prices are pretty consistent, so it's more the price of gas he has to keep an eye on.

Why, are you interested?

[sixfoottalldog]

No, but I guess now if I ever do need something like that, I'll know who to talk to.

[weirdsasha]

[Sasha's jaw opens a little, forming an approximation of a smile, and his eyes are laughing.]

I guess you do.

[sixfoottalldog]

If you don't mind me asking, how'd you end up with that hole in your head?

[weirdsasha]

It came with the dog face, actually. It's pretty convenient, really, since I wouldn't be able to talk without it, but some days it can be a little temperamental.

[sixfoottalldog]

Temperamental?

[weirdsasha]

Smoke, ants, this black sticky stuff I've never really identified but the doctors tell me it can cause cancer if you eat it.... you know. That kinda thing.

[sixfoottalldog]

Whoa... neat! I guess it's a good thing Max isn't here. I'm pretty sure he'd probably eat whatever came out of there, if anything does right now, anyway.

That, or try to stick his fingers in there, which just seems kind of rude.

[weirdsasha]

'If you wouldn't do it to someone's nostrils, you shouldn't do it to anything else.' That's what my mother always used to say.

.......

... I've never had anyone tell me that kind of thing is neat before.

[sixfoottalldog]

Yeah, but you've never seen the places Max sticks his grubby little paws. I'm pretty sure he'd shove his whole head up someone's nostril if it wasn't the size of a watermelon.

Really? Well, it is kind of neat, don't you think? Not everybody has a hole in their face that sound and some other weird stuff comes out of. I mean, besides their mouths, I guess.

[weirdsasha]

... I never thought of it that way. And I've been witness to a lot of weird things coming out of people's mouths.

[Cue another dog smile.]

I'd be careful he not fall in, though.

[sixfoottalldog]

That big head of his would probably get stuck. I've seen it stuck in a lot more dangerous places before, honestly. I'm starting to think the little rascal's skeleton is made out of rubber.

Or maybe he just doesn't have one. Then again, he seems a little pointy for an invertebrate.

[weirdsasha]

I'd say crabs are pretty pointy...

[sixfoottalldog]

True. But I'm pretty sure Max isn't a crab. He's kinda soft and fluffy for something with an exoskeleton.

[weirdsasha]

... he's pointy and soft and fluffy?

[sixfoottalldog]

You're gonna have to meet him sometime. I think you'd understand if you did.

Oh, by the way, the name's Sam. I'm a Freelance Police officer.

[weirdsasha]

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm Sasha Lee. I'm a symphony violinist.

[callmeyork]

At least you're getting attention in the first place. What if your lawyer friend was the one in your situation and you were being ignored?

Cherish it while you can.

[sixfoottalldog]

Huh. Well, when you put it like that, it's hard to argue. Even though I'm not sure exactly what she's planning to do with me-- I'm pretty sure that friend of hers would be even madder if she applied for me there instead.

[callmeyork]

I don't really think it's for us to know the machinations of the mun. At least, not until they tell us outright.

[York turns away for a second, speaking... to, um, empty air. Yep.]

... yes, Zach, I do realize that that's a talking, 6-foot tall dog in a suit and fedora. But we've already seen stranger.

[sixfoottalldog]

Um...

[Sam just stares quietly for a moment, puzzled.

... uh.

... he decides, at length, that he's too polite to ask. But apparently not polite enough to avoid staring.]

[callmeyork]

[And he turns back, like nothing happened. Nothing at all.

... seems like he's waiting for a reply.]