[ he wouldn't have complained about the frequent outfit if he knew the hotel would go ahead and up the ante immediately. Now he has new body parts. Wonderful. All things considered, it could be much worse - a tail is fairly innocuous, and the floppy dog ears at least blend in slightly with his hair - but, again: it's the principle. That, and the fact that he had to cut a hole in his pants. Unbelievable.
He came downstairs for some minor reason - to pick up more coffee, maybe - but he finds his plans forgotten quite rapidly when he catches sight of the elevator doors closing behind Mr. Bennet and his little cotton tail. Unbeknownst to Bucciarati, those floppy black ears perk right up on his head. ]
Hey. What direction was he headed in - up or down?
[ questioning whoever is nearest quite seriously... unless they happen to have the traits of some other small, highly-chaseable critter, in which case the questioning is followed by him narrowing his eyes. ]
ANIMAL CRACKERS I
Here. You dropped this.
[ Visiting the floor with the beautiful fields of flowers to get a break from the madness of the hotel? Too bad. There's a talking dalmatian here now, speaking with a smooth, even (somewhat familiar-sounding?) voice and looking quite dignified with a (somewhat familiar-looking?) golden collar, and he's brought you something in his mouth. Maybe it really is something you dropped, a key or a bag or something more precious, and the dog is being very gentlemanly in retrieving it for you. Or maybe the dog instincts are beating Bucciarati in this moment, and he's brought you a ball. Why does he have that...?? ]
ANIMAL CRACKERS II
[ Rest assured that he is not eating these animal crackers on purpose; the hotel has to be putting them in the food. He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, and certainly not for cheap animal crackers, and doubly-certainly not for ones that turn you into a seal. This is the predicament he currently finds himself in: stuck on the wrong floor of the hotel, turned completely into a pinniped with nary an opposable thumb to his name. Some clever use of his Stand managed to get him into the elevator without being seen (this one actually is kind of embarrassing), but, unfortunately, his plans have been halted by the actual buttons inside said elevator. He's not tall enough to reach them like this, and he no longer has the manual dexterity for his Stand to do it, either.
So he waits for someone else to enter the elevator. The next person who decides to change floors will find an entire spotted seal sitting there in the corner, somehow wearing an extremely serious expression. ]
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[ he wouldn't have complained about the frequent outfit if he knew the hotel would go ahead and up the ante immediately. Now he has new body parts. Wonderful. All things considered, it could be much worse - a tail is fairly innocuous, and the floppy dog ears at least blend in slightly with his hair - but, again: it's the principle. That, and the fact that he had to cut a hole in his pants. Unbelievable.
He came downstairs for some minor reason - to pick up more coffee, maybe - but he finds his plans forgotten quite rapidly when he catches sight of the elevator doors closing behind Mr. Bennet and his little cotton tail. Unbeknownst to Bucciarati, those floppy black ears perk right up on his head. ]
Hey. What direction was he headed in - up or down?
[ questioning whoever is nearest quite seriously... unless they happen to have the traits of some other small, highly-chaseable critter, in which case the questioning is followed by him narrowing his eyes. ]
ANIMAL CRACKERS I
Here. You dropped this.
[ Visiting the floor with the beautiful fields of flowers to get a break from the madness of the hotel? Too bad. There's a talking dalmatian here now, speaking with a smooth, even (somewhat familiar-sounding?) voice and looking quite dignified with a (somewhat familiar-looking?) golden collar, and he's brought you something in his mouth. Maybe it really is something you dropped, a key or a bag or something more precious, and the dog is being very gentlemanly in retrieving it for you. Or maybe the dog instincts are beating Bucciarati in this moment, and he's brought you a ball. Why does he have that...?? ]
ANIMAL CRACKERS II
[ Rest assured that he is not eating these animal crackers on purpose; the hotel has to be putting them in the food. He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, and certainly not for cheap animal crackers, and doubly-certainly not for ones that turn you into a seal. This is the predicament he currently finds himself in: stuck on the wrong floor of the hotel, turned completely into a pinniped with nary an opposable thumb to his name. Some clever use of his Stand managed to get him into the elevator without being seen (this one actually is kind of embarrassing), but, unfortunately, his plans have been halted by the actual buttons inside said elevator. He's not tall enough to reach them like this, and he no longer has the manual dexterity for his Stand to do it, either.
So he waits for someone else to enter the elevator. The next person who decides to change floors will find an entire spotted seal sitting there in the corner, somehow wearing an extremely serious expression. ]
Take me to the fifth floor.