My Hair's in a rat's nest

[dwightandclean]

Who: Dwight dwightandclean and anyone else!
Where: The Plaza and The Grocery Store
When: December 29, mid-morning
Style: Prose but I can change
Status: OPEN

Dwight had managed to avoid having to leave his apartment all week. Even though he was a bit active on the network, the voice feature was a God send. Still...after two night of pizza, he just couldn't deal with fast food anymore. Which meant, of course, a trip to the grocers. Which was why he was bundled up with a thicker flannel then normal and a skull cap.

Because, while he was somewhat thankful that the weirder Curses had ignored him. He wasn't about to show the entire bubble that for the last several days he had been sporting dog ears, a tail and a slightly thicker coating of hair(fur!) on his arms. Heck, most of his tattoos were hidden under gold-blond dog fur.

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[dwightandclean]

"Growing boy. I get it." He starts to move his to scratch his head but stops half way, offering a shoulder shrug.

"Well, uh...what kind of stuff are you used to?" Since this place had the whole other world thing going on. He wasn't sure is hot dogs and hamburgers were normal in the multy-verse.

[mynameisallen]

He paused for a moment, thinking about what was normal food to him. While travelling he remembered he had to go with the type of food he'd see on his travels, so that as a start.

"It depends, I traveled a lot, so usually I ate the type of food that the people of the place ate, so I'm not picky. The only thing I don't like is anything with alcohol in it." he shivered as he mentioned it for reasons only he knew.

[dwightandclean]

"Great, follow me." While he started towards the main dinning part of the plaza, his gaze still drifted back and forth. Allen just looked like a kid to Dwight, but he wasn't going to keep that as his impression. People never looked like what they really were.

"And I wasn't going to let you near alcohol anyways. Don't like it myself."