Jecht had wandered into Edge looking for something to do. He'd found it easily in the many dives and barfights such dives brought, but for now he was looking for something quieter. He pushed open the door to the bar, something called 7th Heaven, and noticed immediately the doberman being bothered by some kind of fat, pink dog. "Ho-lee-shit. I didn't think drinkin'd bring on visions 'till I was -really- drunk. That is one pink freakin' dog!" he grinned, and squatted down beside Poshul, immediately forgetting that he was there to drink, scratching at her ears, "Hey there girl. I think you're a girl.. you're pink, after all. Not too manly." he had big hands and strong fingers, but apparantly had run into trouble with animals before, because he wasn't roughing her ears up.
One time, he'd gotten in a fight with a Shoopuff, shortly before declaring himself King of the Shoopuffs. That hadn't gone over well, actually.. Whatever. "What's your name, fellette?"
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Date: 2010-03-01 04:39 pm (UTC)One time, he'd gotten in a fight with a Shoopuff, shortly before declaring himself King of the Shoopuffs. That hadn't gone over well, actually.. Whatever. "What's your name, fellette?"