Adam Milligan (
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[If you're travelling between the second and tenth floors of the mansion, you might find a great big lumbering mastiff has taken over the staircase today, ready to knock you over if you're not careful. Cooper enthusiastically thunders up and down the stairs with a frog toy clutched in his mouth, following his owner around, who's busy carrying armloads of stuff downstairs. It's an exciting day! Things are happening! Stuff is being moved!
His owner is Adam, and Adam is moving boxes, lots and lots of boxes. Unofficially, it's moving day. Goodbye, tenth floor. It's been real.
Adam leaves behind the furniture in his room, but otherwise everything else he wants to take ends up in packing boxes that he pulls from the closet. He hadn't announced he was changing rooms, or even really planned on it, but it's a long time in coming, something he should have done the moment he found out Michael had a room nearby. Locking himself up like Rapunzel in her tower had done him good for a while, but not anymore.]
Are you excited? This is a lot closer to the front door, isn't it?
[When he brings down Cooper's dog bed and sets it the middle of the floor, Cooper jumps on it, wagging his tail. Then he barks. Must be a "yes."
Slowly, the rest of the floor starts to fill with unopened boxes. He'd changed the room to make it look like an exact duplicate of his old one, and the sound of classic rock drifts past the door as he props it open with a chair to keep working. Cooper helps the move along by chasing the odd item down the stairs, like a soccer ball or his favorite frisbee, getting in the way as much as he possibly can, reminding Adam that he's not the only one who needs a change.
It's not so much a birthday present to himself as a marker. A milestone. He's made it a year, and he's still here.]
| blocked to any and all angels, and the Winchesters... and Becky |
[Adam's come a long way since last October. Castiel had described his soul as meat stripped down to the bone once, but that it had the potential to heal if given enough time. Maybe it has a little. In some ways, maybe it hasn't. Adam knows for sure that before, he wouldn't have even bothered to let people know about something like this; he wouldn't have told anybody, because he hadn't had anybody to tell.
Now he does. The people he's managed to befriend might be the surest sign of his progress. He has people now who'd come looking for him.]
FYI: I moved. Don't bother checking the old place if you have to track me down.
I'll message you with the new room number if you need it.
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It would make a good video if Adam bothered to take out his phone.]
Well, aren't you a sneaky little guy. [Smile more amused than ever, Adam sets down his box to give Toothless' snout a rub.] Now I know why your viking keeps you around.
[The mastiff, of course, has gone into full Chase Ball mode and wastes no time making a desperate attempt to run the soccer ball down. So far he hasn't quite learned the best method to keep the ball from squeezing out between his legs, and he ends up a fair distance down the hallway before he manages to corner it against a door.
Job done, he looks up in anticipation, expecting someone to be there to keep the game going but no one is.
Rude.]
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Right now, though, the Nightfury is mostly content to watch Cooper try and pin down the soccer ball. A dragon mouth is wide enough to get around it. Especially Toothless', as his mouth is built for getting around big fish.
When the dog looks up and finds him gone, the dragon seems to device that he's had enough rubbing. He trots over and, in the blink of an eye, grabs the ball and runs back to Adam with it. Or, that's what it looks like he's going to do. He, in fact, drops it halfway and then sneakily kicks it down a hallway.
He might be more invested in watching Cooper play, than actually playing himself. At least for the moment.]
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Watching two animals do their thing--even one as mind-boggling as a real live dragon--is a break from all of the crap he's been getting from people and monsters alike.]
I oughta hire you to take him for walks in the mornings.
[Toothless is doing a fine job of keeping the dog occupied like some kind of weird mama duckling.
With a last glance at his box of belongings, Adam decides it's okay where it is and steps away from it as Cooper takes off after the ball again, barking every step of the way.]
All right, you guys, you wanna play some ball. Come on, flabby butt, bring it home. Bring it here!
[There's a 2% chance Cooper will actually do as much, but Adam's nothing if not an encouraging owner.]
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There's a high probability he would start teaching another animal bad habits. Given his intelligence and time, Toothless can figure out a lot more than a dog or cat. He tends to be an instigator.
Though at least his bad habits tend to be fairly harmless. He hasn't set anything on fire in Wonderland, yet.
He watches Cooper scramble after the ball, and then sends a rumble down the hallway at him. Yes, bring it back, pup!]
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Well, what do you think? [He looks at Toothless with a raised eyebrow.] Should we take pity on him?
[Cooper has his moments, too, but he's a bit more hopeless when it comes to tasks requiring fine motor skills. He goes to retrieve the ball himself, edging it out from between the mastiff's eager paws.
Before Cooper can knock him over in his excitement, Adam gives the soccer ball a good kick back up the hallway.]