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Who: Anyone
What: Visitin'
Where: Courtyard/Fountain
When: June 25th
Warnings: None

After a lengthy time of prodding, wink wink, hint hints and flat out demands from his trainer, he'd finally done it and simply given in to what his friend assured them was the 'BEST PLACE, I RECKON' that she'd managed to go to in the longest of times. He was skeptical of course, because there was just something so wonderful, comfortable and safe about a lack of change when it came to important life decisions. But..his trainer definitely wasn't getting any younger, and all the bright, glitzy weekends at contests were getting fewer and further apart. It was cool. Opportunity was supposed to make you feel anxious enough that you wanted to vomit, right? Right.

The better part of his morning had been spent both admiring his fresh, crisp uniform and walking--around the dormitory and court yard. An inordinate amount of time was spent simply traversing the parking lot before looping back near the library and gracelessly dropping himself onto a bench near the fountain. There was still a lot of daylight left to burn and pavement to pound, but he was going to be a little lazy just this once. Besides, there was no telling where he'd see his friend and when she'd show up, so he would make the best of getting a feel for the community.

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Legitimate mirth along with scratches on his mane and behind the ears(despite the now sloppy, spit-filled hair) died out at about twelve licks in, and after the eighteenth lick, Rio found himself attempting to subtly sidestep out of any further tongue action. It was getting kind of uncomfortable, what with the feelings of terror still there. Just a little bit.

"Um, so, new friend Jock, m'name's Rio. You sure are an amiable fella," he managed, wiping his cheek with the entire forearm of his shirt.

"I'm Blue's Arcanine, and she's my trainer and I'm super friendly," explained Jock after the kisses had stopped.

"You taste like grass."

He started working his sleeve to dry up his bangs, next by tucking the hair behind his ears, which held fast due to the Arcanine-brand lick hair-gel. There was nothing alright with that.

"That would be on account of me bein' an Oddish, I think. I'd be worried if I tasted like anything else, and could you please not taste me?"

Oh, you poor thing -- a grass type. Your life must be so empty and pointless.

"Oh," said Jock. "I learn a lot by tasting, though."

There's still a little pride in being a grass-type. Like the ability to say 'I'm not the best, but I'm not the worst, either.' Pride in being mediocre.

"Then you always greet everyone by tastin' 'em first? Sounds like that'd cause a whole buncha confusion to cautious-minded folk. ...Who see a ginormous dog and immediately think they'll be consumed."

"Oh," said Jock, getting what he was saying.

And so he poofed into a muscular guy wearing a black tank top, with striped tattoos on his arms and shoulders, and considerable amounts of facial and body hair.

And then leaned over and licked his new friend on the cheek.

"Is that better?"

Rio jumped as if he'd been zapped, his expression a combination of severe confusion and concern. "Why," was all he managed. It wasn't even a question. "Why would you do that."

He never asked for any of this, this sort of first day. But this was his life now. This was his life. A life of firedog and hairyman tongues on his face.

"I'm not a giant Arcanine, now, so now you don't have to be afraid of me eating you," explained the Arcanine-man.

It made sense, in a way.

"That's..." his voice trailed off into silence that was paired with a shifty look. "Thoughtful," he finally said.

Rio suddenly smiled--a wide, relieved sort of smile that showed both rows of teeth. "Yeah, you know? That was pretty thoughtful of ya. Ain't much used to somethin' so...ridiculously huge towering over me. Thanks, Jock!"

"It's fun to be big!" said Jock, who felt that it was fun to be big (it was). "My trainer can ride on my back and it's basically the best thing."

"Hrm. I don't know how much I would appreciate runnin' around with folk on m'back, though I suppose I could see how appealin' it could be. You could take 'em on a hundred adventures, wherever you wanted to go, right? Still...I think I much prefer bein' small, so I can be carried around." Because he was spoiled, pretty much.