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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/28/2017 1:14:29 AM
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*The door swung open so quickly that the doorknob imbedded itself in the wall. A white tiger woman thing well over six feet tall was standing in the doorway, one leg extended in a kicking pose.*
[u]Oops... I’ll pay for that if I must.[/u]
*In her arms was a blue and slate colored cat/wolf/person/godknowswhat who was seemingly passed out. He was clad in a blue t-shirt and jeans whereas the woman was wearing a grey tank top and tan shorts.*
*She shlepped toward the counter and set the wolf person in front of the store owner.*
[u]You clean things here, correct? Do you clean people? He can’t read and mistook a case of beer for some type of disgusting soda. Needless to say my cousin here is extremely drunk at the moment.[/u]
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The old man stared morbidly at the anthropomorphic feline-wolf hybrid. His eyes then drifted over to the dented wall, then back to the white tiger that was carrying the hybrid. "Yes, you will be paying for that. And I'm sorry, but we don't clean uhh..." He was clearly unfamiliar with the furred inhabitants of the Dojo, confusion set within his face. Clearly he was attempting to refrain from the word "pet". "Customers," he decided on, "we're not really a public shower. Unless your friend wants to be steamed to death, I don't believe it would be advisable to clean him here."
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[u]Aw, crap. Hold on.[/u] *She pulled a notebook from one of her pockets and set it on the counter. She began to rummage around in her pockets for something else, but came up empty handed. She shrugged and nudged the notebook toward him.* [u]I forgot to mention that I’m deaf, and I don’t know sign language nor can I read lips, so you’re going to have to write in that notebook. I forgot where I put my pencil, though. You have one right?[/u]
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A deaf anthropomorphic white tiger. Life couldn't get much stranger. As prepared as he was for a job in the Dojo, he was still surprised. He produced a pen from his pocket and began scribbling down in the notebook. [quote][i]Door will cost you about $250 for repairs. And sorry, we're not a community shower. Can't clean your friend.[/i][/quote]
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[u]Dang. I’ll have to find somewhere else then. Here’s the money.[/u] *She took out her wallet and handed him three hundred dollars.* [u]People tell me I shouldn’t carry so much money, but this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve accidentally damaged a building.[/u] *She hoisted Sketch over her shoulder, her eyes widening as he made a gurgling sound.* [u]Uhm... This place has washers like a laundromat, right? I think my shirt just got dirty...[/u]
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Signalling with his free hand, a couple of drones defended from the ceiling and fetched a plain cotton sweater a bit larger than the female's size. "Borrow some of my clothes and I'll wash your shirt quickly after you change out of it. Free of charge." He pocketed the $300, pretty adept with one hand for someone who supported most of his weight with a cane and leg brace.
