The Irish Tree — Roleplayer Guild

"*sigh* Look, Noire, I appreciate it, but no." Jayce said as he blankly stared at his canine companion who was sitting on top of his chest, he'd been resting comfortably in his hammock until Noire had rudely interrupted his nap time by jumping right onto him, her bushy tail flicking back and forth as she held a small rubber ball in her mouth, which she dropped right onto his windpipe before letting out a swift bark and jumping off onto the wooden floor of his tiny abode. Place was decent enough, had a place to sleep, bathroom, not enough room for a decent bed, so he made due with a pretty sweet hammock. Rising from the hammock so sit rather than lay, Jayce gave a sigh as he held his chin in the hand of his artificial hand, looking again at the beast which was staring at him expectantly. "Ah come on Noire...I just got up, gimme a break will ya?" A simple glance at her eyes let him know that he wasn't getting off easy, she wanted play time, and she was getting it if she had to rip off his other arm.

Almost breaking out into a cold sweat, he swiftly rose to his feet to grab the ball which had rolled to the center of the hammock and gave it a quick toss, the large black hound bounded quickly after it, and brought it back without a sound aside from the soft sound of panting. A few dozen tosses later, some of which actually went out the window (Didn't stop her from jumping after them), she seemed satisfied, and Jayce gave her a pat on the head before sighing slightly and saying: "You're always such a handful in the mornings...let's get going. We don't work, we don't eat." At the mention of food, Noire bounded ahead of him, sprinting off full speed to the guild. He followed in turn, manically running to keep up the pace with his hound. "Why can't I ever just sleep in?"

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