vanillajello | Kansas City, MO, Saturday

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Kansas City, MO, Saturday

The winter storm that had snowed Kate and Bod in a couple of days ago was well and truly over. This meant Bod was at work again, while Kate was having a day off. Which was great for Seamus who didn't yet need to learn to stay home alone. Possibly less great for all of Kate's acquaintances who were getting ~~moddable~~ texts with puppy pictures. She was just excited, okay? And Seamus was amazing. Best dog ever.

And besides, at least she'd only invited just the one person to come see him in person. And while she waited for Mitchell to show up, she passed the time throwing a ball carefully across the living room area so the puppy with his stubby legs could run after it and bring it back.

"Aww, good boy!"

He was clearly also the greatest at playing fetch.

[ooc: NFB, and mainly for that one guy who knows who he is, but feel free to mod dog-centric communications and text/call back to react to them!]

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Getting a portal to Kansas had gotten a little more complicated over the years, which was why by the time Mitchell arrived (about half an hour late) and knocked on the door, he had sand in his hair and wet spots on his jacket.

Oh well.

Seamus freaked out at the knock, barking and bouncing to the door. Kate shushed him and scooped him up when she got to the door so he wouldn't run right into the hallway.

Having a wriggly corgi in her arms made opening the door a bit tricky but she managed. "Hi! Welcome!"

Mitchell grinned at her, sand and water and all. "Hey," he drawled to Kate, and then turned his attention to the dog. "And hello there, big man! Seamus!"

This came with the required head-petting and holding-up-the-hand-to-be-smelled.

Seamus barked once, but it was more the 'omg STRANGER HI' than the 'omg STRANGER DIE' kind. He happily accepted petting, and tried to lick Mitchell's fingers.

Meanwhile Kate, amused, asked, "Is that sand in your hair?"

"Yeah," Mitchell said, though he was too busy focusing on the dog and grinning a lot to be able to look her in the eye. "Remind me never to move to the Sahel."

"I have no idea where that is." That wasn't even remotely surprising. "You wanna come in so I put Mr. von Slade here down? Fair warning, though, he's totally gonna try tripping you up as soon as I do."

"He's welcome to give it a try," Mitchell said, but he slid dutifully past Kate into the room. "I live with werewolves."

"Yeah but they don't have stubby legs and get under your feet all the time," Kate pointed out as she was closing the door behind him. "Although George is kind of stocky..."

"Right?!"

George kept denying that. Because he was delusional.

Mitchell spun around and sank to his knee. "Come at me, mate."

Oh, Seamus was pretty much bouncing before Kate had even had time to set him down on the floor. It looked kind of ridiculous on an animal with such short legs but he didn't care because oh boy, there was a new person here for him to bounce at and sniff and everything!

He had a lot of puppy energy to go around.

"He's really welcoming."

"I'm noticing," Mitchell said, his face full of puppy. "Hey there, pup-- hey--"

Not that he was doing much to stop Seamus.

"I like him."

Kate snickered. "Yeah, I think he likes you too." What with basically trying to get in his lap even if that wasn't really possible, and generally getting overly friendly. "Which is good to know. It'd be awkward if he'd be like, anti-vampire or something."

"I'm good with dogs," Mitchell replied. As evidenced by all the werewolves. "But he's great. How'd you find him?"

"You... would actually have to ask Bod that," Kate admitted, as he crouched down herself to give Seamus a a few scritches behind one floppy ear. "Well, for specifics. But he's from a local SPCA."

"Tell Bod he did a good job, then," Mitchell said. He gave the dog a few more pets over the head and then stood up. "Allergies." Beat. "And wolves."

Seamus went around his ankles excitedly, before Kate straightened up as well, at which point... well, he was still kind of bouncing excitedly.

"You want a grand tour of the place?" Kate asked, nodding towards the living room. "Although it's kinda hard to have one in a place that isn't grand in the first place, but whatever."

"Big enough for my standards," Mitchell said. "Though I could always knock out a wall if you need me to..."

That was a yes, Kate. You could tell by the way he was heading for the living room.

"Oh like our neighbors don't hate us enough already."

Don't ask, Mitchell.

It was a smallish living room, with the requisite sofa and TV and gaming systems, and quite a fair bit of books on shelves, too. It was also connected to a seriously small kitchen area.

"In case you're wondering why it's not as messy as you might expect, Bod is kind of an amazing househusband."

"You let him clean your things?" Mitchell said, picking up a controller at random and tilting it in his hands. "Now that's commitment."

Kate snorted. "Uh, why would I stop him? I'd be living in filth if I did that."

Okay, probably not, because some of Kate's messiness was a myth. But still, her laziness wasn't.

"And you wouldn't have complained about it for even a second," Mitchell said firmly.

"Oh, I would've complained," Kate said, nudging a ball towards Seamus when he padded over to her. "I just wouldn't have done anything about it. Big difference."

"Sure," Mitchell granted. He glanced towards Seamus (and the ball), clearly amused by the whole spectacle. "But lead on!"

"Well, over here we have the kitchen," Kate said, while Seamus and his adorable legs tumbled after the ball. "Which is tiny but does its job. Unsurprisingly, Bod is kinda in charge of the fridge."

"Please don't tell me all he buys are vegetables," Mitchell said.

Occasionally George had moods.

"Oh, please," Kate snorted. "You think he'd be able to live with me if he did that?"

"You never know," Mitchell said sagely. "Vegetarianism is happening everywhere these days."

"You do know vegetarianism isn't eating just vegetables, right?" Kate checked with a snort. "Because that would lead to starving. But we're still meat eaters, don't fret."

"Tofu and eggs don't count," Mitchell said firmly. "But the house! The rest of it!"

"Are you really all that keen to see our bedroom?" she asked. "'Cause that's pretty much all that's left. It's a good bedroom, though. Plus, dragging the new bed up here was like a superheroic feat because for some reason I thought we didn't need to call my dad in to help."

"Hey, just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I can see through walls and judge your floor plan," Mitchell retorted, but he was still grinning. "Should've called some help in with that. I've seen Bod." Mean.

"Hey, no insulting my boyfriend's strength!" Kate exclaimed. "His work's manual labor, come on. He's strong enough."

"He's not exactly stocky," Mitchell pointed out.

Mind, 'stocky' George couldn't punch a hole in a paper bag most days.

"Yeah, and that's a good thing, Mitchell," Kate pointed out right back at him. "I prefer him as he is, because he's perfect. And I will fight you about it if you try to disagree."

"Not perfect at hauling beds upstairs," Mitchell said, side-stepping exaggeratedly.

Kate was still going to reach out and smack him on the shoulder, though.

"Have you considered I may have been the problem there?"

"Nope," Mitchell said cheerfully. "You're Kate Gregson."

Kate paused, and tilted her head.

"... I can't even tell if I should take that as flattery, or you taking the piss."

"Then I have done what I came here to do," Mitchell said. He squatted. "Well, almost. Oi! Seamus!"

Seamus came bounding from behind the couch. With his ball, yes.

He loved his ball.

Actually, he loved most things, as far as Kate could tell.

"How about we trade that one for a snack, yeah?"

Don't ask how Mitchell had found the gourmet dog treats, because he hadn't. George. He offered one to Seamus. "You look after Kate, all right? She tries, but she hasn't got the teeth for it." He grinned. "And if the mailman shows up - knees. Not ankles. You got that?"

Seamus dropped the ball and barked at him. You know, like he understood. ... But mostly it was because Mitchell had talked at him.

And also because he was going to have that treat now, please and thank you.

"Trying not to make inappropriate teeth jokes over here," Kate snarked. But she was smiling.

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