aimless-sniper:

Biscotti would be ace. *Incidentally, someone’s gotten a fair amount of her Australian accent back from spending time at home lately. It’ll wash out again the more time she spends in America, but for now it’s pretty noticeable.*

Yeah, it’s got character. *Oz settles into one of the comfortable chairs.* Must be nice living in the same neighborhood you grew up in. What have you and Jack been up to? And your dog and cat, of course. How are they?

For a brief moment, she’s confused as to if she’s ever mentioned her brother to Oz. Most likely not. It takes a few seconds to retranslate the sentence in her mind. Oh. Ace as in good, Biscotti is good. Sometimes it’s hard not having English as her first language. “Good, I have some that I just made this morning.”

Fran gives a smile and a nod, considering her current situation. She wonders to sit on the couch adjacent to her, thinking about how much better she was feeling here. “Yeah, it is. Family’s always close.” Biological and gang wise. It was nice to actually have connections around here. “And we’ve been well, I own a bakery now. Jack’s back to his old job.” Other than her recent bouts of sickness, they’d been doing really well here. Having money to spend was a bit of a new asset to her, as well. So she was having a bit of trouble controlling herself when it came to clothes and such.

Speak of the devil, that cat comes prowling in and promptly parks himself on the couch next to his owner. Boy, was he fat. And also fluffy. Fran reaches over to stroke his back lazily. “Even better. Dog has some good playmates, familiar ones.” Ace had taken in Joli after she had found her abandoned, Jac nowhere to be found. “And Gil just keeps getting fatter.” 

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# the shit i put up with
pudgethecat:

Pudge sheds her winter coat

pudgethecat:

Pudge sheds her winter coat

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yes-hello-thisisdog: *jumps in the bath with Fran, only tempted to do this because Fran has food with her in there*

yes-hello-thisisdog:

classychassistrackstar:

Queue a screaming Fran, recoiling at first and surprised by the sudden presence of her animal friend. It takes her a moment to calm down and realize what had happened. Only then does she sigh and rubs Dog’s ear with her free hand.

"… I just gave you a pizzelle when I got home. Don’t think you’re getting mine." 

Well, she did need a bath anyways.

*briefly panics at the screaming and howls*

*then Dog puts her paws on Fran’s shoulders, tongue lolling eagerly*

*FRAN FRAN I’M SO HUNGRY AGAIN THOUGH FRAN PLEASE*

*tail wagging and sprinkling bath water all over the room*

She cocks her head back a bit to avoid the kisses. Her nose wrinkles as she notices the now damp cookie. Sigh.

"Alright, but this is the last one. And you have to stay in here with me now until I can dry you off." Fran offers her the cookie gently, hoping not to have her fingers be caught between her and her teeth. Dog managed to cheer her up a little bit, actually. Considering how bad she had been feeling lately, it was nice to know that Dog cared. Even if it was just about her food. 

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fitzroythecat:

A full minute of bowl-time activities!

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# yes-hello-thisisdog
yes-hello-thisisdog: *jumps in the bath with Fran, only tempted to do this because Fran has food with her in there*

Queue a screaming Fran, recoiling at first and surprised by the sudden presence of her animal friend. It takes her a moment to calm down and realize what had happened. Only then does she sigh and rubs Dog’s ear with her free hand.

"… I just gave you a pizzelle when I got home. Don’t think you’re getting mine." 

Well, she did need a bath anyways.

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aimless-sniper:

classychassistrackstar:

aimless-sniper:

Well, I’d never been, and Narcisse is… attempting to bond with his sister. They’re twenty-four years apart and he hates kids, so I left them with a babysitter and cleared out for a little while so I can’t be turned into a distraction.

And I knew you guys were around here somewhere, so I thought I’d stop by.

Fran gives a steady nod, drawing a circle with her finger on the counter. She knows how that is.  Although she’s never had trouble dealing with her older siblings, but Mary was another story. That backstabbing bitch. The very thought almost makes her shiver. “Can I get you anything? Coffee, pastry, Anything?”

Sure, um… Pastry and tea? *Oz finds somewhere to sit and looks around.* It’s a nice place you’ve got here. I don’t know if I’d want to live in New York myself, too many people… But this is a nice place.

Fran gives a nod before disappearing into the kitchen. Oz is lucky, she’d returned home from work early today with her usual haul. “Biscotti alright?” Biscotti tended to go well with coffee, but she wasn’t so sure about tea. Anderson was the tea drinker in her family. Wasn’t what he usually ate? She didn’t really know. She ponders the thought as she puts the tea kettle on.

"Oh, thanks. It’s rather old, actually." She floats back into the living room, taking a look around. It’s obvious in the architecture and the faded wood floors, and even more so in that old study that Jack seldom used. "I grew up a few streets down." 

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# I'll bruise you in the most loving way possible
jackreeds:

classychassistrackstar:

jackreeds:

classychassistrackstar:

jackreeds:

Kisses don’t help. But I wouldn’t be against it.

Then c’mere I’ll give you lots of em! 
*Oh yes. All the smooches. It doesn’t help someone’s recently reapplied her lipstick.*

You’re smearing your lipstick.

But you’re worth it, and besides, I have more. *oh so many smooches so much red lipstick*

But I don’t have any bruises.

Do you need to have them so I may kiss you?

jackreeds:

classychassistrackstar:

jackreeds:

classychassistrackstar:

jackreeds:

Kisses don’t help. But I wouldn’t be against it.

Then c’mere I’ll give you lots of em! 

*Oh yes. All the smooches. It doesn’t help someone’s recently reapplied her lipstick.*

You’re smearing your lipstick.

But you’re worth it, and besides, I have more. *oh so many smooches so much red lipstick*

But I don’t have any bruises.

Do you need to have them so I may kiss you?

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# I just wanted to bathe in peace
dogshaming:

Deep Sea Diving

Got home from a long day at work. Made a nice bath to relax and dusty not only opened the bathroom door but jumped in and joined me. So much for being relaxed.

dogshaming:

Deep Sea Diving

Got home from a long day at work. Made a nice bath to relax and dusty not only opened the bathroom door but jumped in and joined me. So much for being relaxed.

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