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[quinientos]

[ The sheepish look on his face is not one that he's proud of, especially because of what's happening immediately behind him. There's a dog on its back, all four legs in the air, and its chewing on the rope of his lasso. He only wishes that he could say this has happened to him before. ]

If anyone's seeing this, I could use a little help to get out of this...situation.

[ The dog barks. ]

I don't know if I'll get arrested for this, but I think this animal might belong to someone and is lost, so any distractions for the police would be very appreciated.

[ Another bark, like the dog approves and is enjoying its upside-down antics, kicking its legs in the air like it enjoys it. With a wary look back at the screen, Vasquez gives one last pleading look of help in a single expression. ]

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[quinientos]

How am I supposed to know what name it might have? I only just met the dog today.

[He's glaring at the dog like somehow this is his issue, even though it's definitely not, and it's Vasquez who's being moody and having issues with a dog who hasn't done anything wrong.]

Like I said, if you want to have him, you can name him. I'd be happy to give him to you.

[scrimshanding]

Dog could have a collar. Or [- Wait for it. The greatest affronts of affronts. -] you could've named him. He could've, right? [The question was turned toward the dog as Jax bent down to pet him. ]

And wait a second there, man. I said I'd think about it. We just met. I can't decide if I want a dog under a minute. What if he doesn't like me? What if he doesn't like my place?

[quinientos]

[If there's any name that Vasquez might've given the dog, the words wouldn't be fit for public hearing, so it's a good thing that he didn't name this little motherfucker dog.]

Don't people with animals just take them in? Who cares what he thinks of it, you'd give him a home.

[To Vasquez, that's more than even he had, sometimes, so he thinks it should be a fairly clear-cut choice.]

[scrimshanding]

Sometimes. After they hang out a little at the pound. At least, that's how I think it goes. [ Jax shrugged. He never had a pet. Well, he tried, but it always ended up with him having to give up whatever animal he'd found in the streets.

He wants to do this right. He doesn't think he could take it if he had to give up another animal But he really is tempted to just say to hell with him and get himself a dog.

Though he paused and looked up at Vasquez. ] But if you're worried about being responsible for the dog, about being stuck with him, you could leave him with me, and I'll take him to the police. It's no long on you, man.

[quinientos]

[He shouldn't just bolt and run, but the thing is?]

That sounds like a good idea.

[He thinks that he should be getting a kind of reward for not just taking off the minute that Jax had suggested it in the first place, but there it is, a way out, and he's pretty happy to take it.]

You can call if...actually, no, no, once it's in your care, then I'm done with it. I'm happy it's alive, that it has someone, but it's not going to be me.