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maybe a psychic or vampire? :eyes: || outfit (no bag) anywhere from probably 5PM-9PM...?


 He had taken the evening to himself, slipped down into the city. A little strolling around the outside area of the shopping center. Perhaps he could find something for the house or maybe himself. The scent of a few different restaurants wafting out through building vents or opening doors. Everything was rather tempting to his senses at that moment.

 In fact, he stopped his little stroll to gaze into a bakery. It looked like a rather fancy ones. Display cases full of pastries or cakes while one could watch the baker's work from outside. It was wonderful! Perhaps he should consider getting a box of goods. A thank you to Levka or Knox. Espy, even! It was a thought to mull over while he watched the evening bakers fold and press pastry dough.
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#2


The city was so very large! It was even larger for someone when they were only a small dog! Simon did not need to be a dog right now, but it was always very fun to do it. He also had plans to perhaps stay this way for hours into the morning. There were many things he got to see in Cordova as a dog, that he did not get to see as a man. Like the way a grumpy construction worker softened and made kissy noises at a scruff little fellow passing by, and offered bread crust from his late lunch. Or how a woman that claimed to love animals chased the dog away when it was sniffing at her herb garden.

His nose did like to get him into trouble! He imagined he did not even have as good a nose as a dog might, but it was sharper than a human's. Simon found himself coming across the smell of something heavenly. It was food, and that was a tragedy, because he could not eat food. But he did love to smell it! It was almost like he could taste it, if he really did try hard enough. Intrigued and curious, the little dog tappa-tappa'd down sidewalks and alleyways, until he was peeking out from around the corner of the little bakery. There was a man there looking into the window. Simon wondered why!

The dog scampered up to the man, glancing at him briefly. Boy, did he smell strongly of something Simon had smelled before! He had smelled it twice before! He wondered what sort of animal it was, and why he had met so many? Maybe he ought to ask, and then he would know what sort of animals he knew and did not know. For now, though, he was being perfumed with the smell of baking pastries and bread. Sweet and rich. Still, he could not see into the window that the man was gazing into. The tragedy of short legs! Simon padded up to the edge of the window, and hopped up to place his little paws on the wall. From inside, someone might be able to see just his ears peeking up in view of the window. But Simon could not see in! Oh dear!
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 It was an odd smell that mingled with the scent of baked goods. Sickly sweet. Odd in a way he couldn't exactly described, nothing he was familiar with before this moment. That aside it seemed there was a little companion with him. He barely caught them by his side, little paws up on the wall. It was comical in an endearing way.

 "Hello there." He murmured as he gazed down upon them. "I'm not sure if anything in there is for dogs." A thoughtful hum slipped through his lips. Perhaps they might have fancy dog treats? Although...wait. There should be an owner somewhere around here. It all felt slightly off as he considered the presence of the stray(?) with a soft look.
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Simon absolutely loved when people spoke to him as if he understood them! It was because he did, and they did not know that he did. He had had so many wonderful conversations in which he had only ever waggled his tail and tilted his head. One ear flopped backward, exposing the velvety pink inside of his ear structure as the dog's head tilted back and up to look at the young man. There was nothing for him there. That was correct! But only because he could not eat it! His little tail waggled, and he gave a little yip and a hop as he looked back toward the window. He only wished to see in!
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 The dog didn't seem spooked. Not by him or his words. Which was...something else! He wasn't really sure how to take that. Perhaps it was a good thing? It had been so long since he had been able to interact with more natural creatures. Who knew what this might mean for him in the long run. Regardless he tucked the thought away while he bent over slightly.

 "Come here." He beckoned softly. "I can give you a little boost." Of course, that could be the wrong move if the dog decided to be startled then. A face pierced by teeth was never delightful under any circumstances. Regardless he would ready himself to lift up the dog and hold him near if he might obey.
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Wonderful! The young man was willing to lift him, which was always a very unique experience for Simon. As a man, he was much to large to be lifted! The little dog dropped back to all fours, and as he did, twisted his body so that he could face the young man. His jaws opened wide for a happy little tongue that bounced as he padded forward. The hands that lifted him were warm, and he was tempted to stop his breathing when the smell met his nose. That would be sort of silly, though! So, he decided he ought to be kinder and remind himself that this young shifter could not help how he smelled.

Blinking round eyes that were somewhat crowded by scruffy face fur, the little dog's head turned so that he could peer into the window. And how wonderful was the sight! He could see right into the little kitchen, how bakers worked in the kitchen. One kneaded dough that was to stay in the fridge for the night, another did dishes, while another worked on piping the last of some cookies that would need to cool during closing. Simon's small tail wagged as he sniffed the air, chin tilting up so that he could catch every smell, his small paws bracing on the were-man's chest. Wonderful!
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 It was a unique experience, to hold the dog so close and not have it wish to take his face off. Instead it seemed content to gaze inside at the bakers working away. Although the particular smell of something rotten was far stronger now. Even for him to believe it came from the dog. Which sparked some streak of pity within him. Just how poorly treated was this creature? Granted there was no collar and the scruffy coat had him believe that this might be an unfortunate stray.

 "Perhaps we can find you something more dog-friendly." Meat might be fitting! Especially with the idea in mind that this dog ate nothing but rotten things in order to smell so bad. Although he was in no rush just yet. Content to still stand here for a few more moments while they watched the end of the bakers’ work day. Or perhaps it was the start for some of them!
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Something more dog friendly? Oh dear, he didn't want this young man to waste his money on something that he could not properly enjoy. He did appreciate the sentiment, but he thought perhaps he ought to key him in. Perhaps only speaking would convince him that he was not a regular dog! "Hmmm!" Simon would start with, easing into it. Please do not drop him in surprise!
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