[Halloween event] - No dogs in the castle
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castle_perraultSerif liked last Halloween a lot better. He had wings, during that month. Sure they were tiny and fluffy and probably not meant for flying. But he kept at it, he worked hard, and he was able to kind of sort of hover by the end, just in time for the castle to take his nice wings away.
This time, he's all big and...fluffy. About the same size, but now with flesh and fur and other squishy stuff all surrounding his bones. Almost none of his clothes fit anymore, either. No rattling his bones to make his feelings known. Instead, he finds himself seized with the overwhelming urge to...bark? Whenever he wants to make his feelings known. It's a very loud noise. He'd never thought himself capable of making such a loud noise.
It's only due to very hazy, very distant memories that Serif even knows to call himself a "dog". And he's certainly never had cause to learn the word "puppy". At least he's the sort of puppy usually found back in the Underground, which means that two legs isn't much of a problem.
So even if this wasn't Serif's first choice, he's still determined to make the best of it. Even if his own fur occasionally makes him sneeze, at least he knows what sneezing feels like now. He's never wanted to eat meat before, but there's perpetually frozen hunks of some sort of meat down in the cellar whenever he wants them.
There's a child-sized white puppy in ill-fitting clothes around the palace this month, apparently just alternately enjoying and boggling at this thing called puppy life. He might literally bump into you as he goes tearing through the halls - my, it's amazing how fast you can run when you actually have muscles. Otherwise, you might find him barking at birds to watch them fly away, or else laying in the sun and chewing on a stick. Sometimes, he gives in to some ancient dog instinct and tries to figure out how to play fetch, even if he mostly only has himself to figure it out with. One-person fetch is not very fun, but Serif is a persistent child.
This time, he's all big and...fluffy. About the same size, but now with flesh and fur and other squishy stuff all surrounding his bones. Almost none of his clothes fit anymore, either. No rattling his bones to make his feelings known. Instead, he finds himself seized with the overwhelming urge to...bark? Whenever he wants to make his feelings known. It's a very loud noise. He'd never thought himself capable of making such a loud noise.
It's only due to very hazy, very distant memories that Serif even knows to call himself a "dog". And he's certainly never had cause to learn the word "puppy". At least he's the sort of puppy usually found back in the Underground, which means that two legs isn't much of a problem.
So even if this wasn't Serif's first choice, he's still determined to make the best of it. Even if his own fur occasionally makes him sneeze, at least he knows what sneezing feels like now. He's never wanted to eat meat before, but there's perpetually frozen hunks of some sort of meat down in the cellar whenever he wants them.
There's a child-sized white puppy in ill-fitting clothes around the palace this month, apparently just alternately enjoying and boggling at this thing called puppy life. He might literally bump into you as he goes tearing through the halls - my, it's amazing how fast you can run when you actually have muscles. Otherwise, you might find him barking at birds to watch them fly away, or else laying in the sun and chewing on a stick. Sometimes, he gives in to some ancient dog instinct and tries to figure out how to play fetch, even if he mostly only has himself to figure it out with. One-person fetch is not very fun, but Serif is a persistent child.
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Date: 2017-10-18 01:03 am (UTC)At least someone has filled her in on the important details. Probably Frisk. Serif nods enthusiastically. "yep! except i'm supposed to be a skeleton. that's okay, though. something like this happened last year. so it'll go away soon."
Curiosity overtakes him. Serif paces around Madoka in a quick circle to confirm that wow, that's even more eyes than he thought at first. "that's cool. i bet you'd be great at catch. too bad it's not snowing or we could have a snowball fight."
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Date: 2017-10-18 01:22 am (UTC)"Oh thats good. I really don't know what to do with myself, all these new limbs hehe!" She stretches a little. "Oh! That would be fun! I love snowball fights. Me and my girlfriend had a big one last Christmas." She leaned over to whisper into Serifs ear. "I won, but only because she let me. Heheh."
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Date: 2017-10-18 08:48 am (UTC)He takes a step back a bit when Madoka extends...so many limbs, wow. But he still looks impressed, rather than unnerved. He chuckles, a bit, though the sound of it makes him pause. He's still not used to how he sounds when he laughs. He doesn't sound like himself at all. "yeah, i do that for my brother sometimes. don't worry - it just means you're her favorite person."
He mimes throwing a lot of snowballs at once. "she probably wouldn't have to let you win now, though. sorry if it's rude to ask, but what are you normally?"