Ah, that's good, then! Say, are you really a raccoon? You're wearing a collar, but Alex said that raccoons are always wild animals. Do you really like trash that much?
Pavelle couldn't help but crack a grin, even though she felt some annoyance. Stereotypes. Jeez.
I could always tell her that I'm just painted to look this way... she thought, then dismissed the idea, shaking her head. No. It wouldn't be right to intentionally confuse the neighbors. Especially since she had a brother who could easily be baffled the same way. She was smiling, still, as she replied, "Yes, I'm really a raccoon. I was adopted when I was very very little." Memories, battling to come to the front of her mind. She pushed them away, keeping the creeping images of forest and other homes away. "As for your brother's statement, I suppose not
all raccoons are wild, considering that I'm talking to you right now. And about garbage..." she rolled her eyes, "can't say I've ever had it. Have you?" Raising her eyebrows.
Meanwhile...
Magnus had "discreetly" edged towards the kitchen. Once inside the delicious-smelling room, he looked around for pizza, before realizing that it was gone, having not listened to the announcement earlier. His shoulders slumped, and he peered back into the audition room, ears folded back slightly in disappointment. Waiting for the next pet/pets to play, since their names had been called. Eyes large and sad, thinking about the food he had missed.
Meanwhile...
Felix was slightly confused as to why the puppy was suddenly happy again. She didn't even know what was in the box. It could be something awful. A dead body. He sniffed the air. No stench. Of course, it could be frozen... but that was unlikely, he supposed. What else might it be that was horrible? Aha! It could be a package of that disgustingly bitter nasty morning drink that humans and pets liked to ingest. Coffee? Yeah, that was the name. He supposed, though, since the Doberman Pinscher was a pet, she might enjoy that. Hmm. It could simply be a bomb. His ears perked up, listening for ticking, even though not all bombs ticked, and his eyes got wider with the prospect of an explosion. Trying to look inconspicuous, he edged away, planting himself on the other side of the doghouse for cover, wondering if the little doggy was going to open the package. Despite the fact that she might be injured if it really was a bomb, he wanted to see the thing at least burst into flame. He peered around the side of the doghouse, eyes bright, waiting in silent suspense. And with his excited anticipation, he temporarily forgot to be depressed about the collar thing.
