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Re: Kiba's Application part 4
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First Person:
It’s a sad day when my job at the local pet store ends up being kinkier than my day at the studio. I was playing with Akira the Akita because the length of time they keep those poor animals in their cages should be criminal, fucking criminal. I’d like to lock that crotch sucking boss of mine in one of those cages and see how he likes it. Anyway, this guy approaches me. Yeah, just walks straight into the play area, and he’s just staring at me. So, I did the courteous thing and asked him what the fuck it was that he wanted. I thought maybe he wanted to play with the puppy, I mean, he obviously had one.

And I say that because he had this cart behind him, filled with all this shit for dogs. There was a kennel large enough for a fucking Dalmatian. He had those training pads for pets that are kept in cages. Then there was the typical shit, like the spiked collar, leather leash, food dishes, dog food, and chew toys. He was definitely a new pet owner.

So I was sitting there, Akita chewing on my shoelace that I’ll have to get replaced now, and the pervert opens his mouth and asks if we have muzzles because his dog-boy keeps biting. Dog boy! Can you believe that shit? Fucking freak.

Third Person:
Kiba stared at the entire panel of shoelaces. That’s right, they had entire fucking panels. He glanced down at his red and silver shoes, before looking back up at the laces. Black, blue, blue and black, white, more white, more white, pink with bows, ah and finally, red…bouncy red. Kiba plucked the shoe laces off the shelf, pulled the hard tip of the shoelace and let go, watching it bounce into a coil. How was he supposed to tie his shoes with shoe laces that reminded him of curly fries at Arby’s?

Damn it, and now he was hungry. He stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten in four hours. He bounced the shoe laces again, imagining curly fries dipped in melted cheese. “I’m hungry.” He said to no one, but obviously a girl that had been looking at high heels over heard him and came over and began talking to him. Why did they have shoe laces next to heels anyway? He had never seen heels that required shoe laces.

“Well?”

Kiba blinked. Had he just missed an entire conversation while he was wondering about the flawed logic of shoe lace placement?

“Uh…sure?” He guessed. And apparently it was the right answer, she plucked the red laces out of his hand, placed them back on the shelf and took his hand, pulling him toward the store exit.

Great, now he’d have to come back to the store again. Maybe he’d just buy new shoes and give his old ones to the puppy at the pet store as a chew toy.