Cider Fall Run, Chainsaw, Dog???

[mansbestend]

Who: Denji, his dog Maple, and YOU! Whether you have a dog or not!
Which: Open Dog Walkies Log
Where: Wildlands
What: Denji begrudgingly decides to do some stupid exercise for his stupid mental health.
Warnings: Denji's got a garbage mouth and concerning dark humor. If they encounter a monster it'll get messy.



"Denji!"

A very large snout nudged a messy head of blond hair, facedown in the pillow. The teen responded by grunting and rolling his head to the side.

"Denji Denji Denji!"

To the average ear, Maple the faerie dog- like any other canine- made a series of grumbles and whines to try and garner attention. But to Denji's ears, he could hear his name repeated, clear as day, as if Maple had somehow picked up perfect English.

"Pleeease, Denji...! It's time for a walk."

"Mmmmmghhh no."

"But you said! You said!!" Maple decided to take drastic measures. When she reared back on her hinds and planted her massive paws on the boy's back, she started digging motions.

That did it. With a yowl, Denji was up and flailing to shove the massive dog off of him. By God, he was so fucking glad he clipped this girl's nails the other day. He didn't need to start his day with gouges on his back.

"Okay! OKAY! Holy fuckin' shit-"

"YAY! Walk time! Finally!" Maple immediately sped to the door of the modest tree house.

Denji, meanwhile, all but poured himself out of bed and immediately stiffened the minute he left his cozy covers. Fuck it was cold. It was sun-up, but barely. He could only hope things would warm up a little in a couple hours.

After brushing his teeth, fixing his hair, and throwing on a set of sweats to layer on and keep him warm, he was only a little less of a tired zombie.

"...Breakfast..."

"Breakfast in town!"

"I can make breakfast here..."

"Then I'll pee right here while I wait!"

Denji's face scrunched. "...Fine. We'll go out for breakfast, you fuckin' terrorist."

"AWOOO! Breakfast in town, make friends with everyone! Cure depression!"

"...That ain't remotely how that works."


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Denji wouldn't have a fully working brain until he'd finished his hot chocolate (he could have whatever he wanted for breakfast, none of you are his mom) and his breakfast sandwich. He was just finishing the latter when he headed for the gates into the woods.

Maple, meanwhile, was licking the last bits of toast crumbs from her jowls. Passersby may wonder when Denji had made friends with a bear, but Maple was no longer the little puppy he'd taken home from the shelter. Made of plant matter and flowers, she was a cluster of red, orange and gold leaves and sprays of purple flowers made manifest.

When anyone approached, her big bushy tail would wag as she loped over, ready to greet. Denji was likely busy pressing the heel of his hand to his jaw to crack his neck a bit or masking a very wide yawn, clearly not a morning person.

Clutched in his other hand was a fire axe dotted with a few stray flecks of dried blood and inky substance.

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[mansbestend]

"Oh yeah? You any good at it?" He would lead the way and folded his arms over his chest. He wondered what sort of instrument he would take up if he wanted...

Maybe the drums? Those sounded fun.

[grandduchess_anya]

“Thankfully I’m quite skillfully in playing it. I was able to learn from a friend who once came here over a year ago, taught me everything from finger to chord placement to how to angle the bow. It was a lot more fun to play with than having to sit down on piano lessons, I can tell you that.”

[mansbestend]

"I guess so. But imagine how mysterious you look sittin' at a piano, eyes closed, and each tickle of the keys just snags everybody's fuckin' heart. Got 'em in the palm of your hands..."

A beat.

"Well, violins are romantic too, so you could do the same there and be standing... shit. No, you're right, piano's worse for it."

[grandduchess_anya]

“That’s what my friend thought of pianos too. When I first told him that I was thinking about doing piano lessons and that my sisters did it a long time ago, he said that it was not that fun and had me try violin instead. Plus sitting on a chair for hours can sometimes take a toll on one’s rear too.”