Jun 8, 2019 20:58:31 GMT
Post by Sebastian Cavera on Jun 8, 2019 20:58:31 GMT
Sebastian moved quietly down the street. The slight jingle of his collar as his little legs waddled, caught the attention of several people on the street. They all looked at the small little brown dog with the black leather vest jacket. It said The Black Saints on it and it had angel wings sprouting from the shoulders.
The happily jingling name tag.... What did that say on it you might ask? It said "Sebastian. Property of the Saints Hands off MOTHERFUCKER!" There wasn't a happier dog in the world. Not at this moment. His belly was full from the steak he had just pulled out of the trash can and devoured in the alley. It was twice the size of him, and that might have something to do with the waddle he had now. His bloated belly nearly dragging the ground. He just wanted to find a nice shady spot to lie down.
Sebastian did't forget that he was a member of the Saints. He knew. Only he wasn't really needed at the moment. At the moment he was just strutting the town in a carefree form. Sniffing around the neighborhood and hiding away from all the bullshit. Humans had to deal with so much. Bills, phone calls, the constant choices..... Sometimes it was nice to just break things down to their simpliest terms and escape for awhile.
Sebastian stared at a happy family playing in the park. He narrowed his eyes at them. On the outside he was the world's cutest little puppy, even though internally he was actually in his 30's... Though behind those cute puppy dog eyes was a synical son of a bitch. 'What a bunch of assholes.' He thought and waddled over to a tree to take a piss.
The pockets of his tiny vest swung heavily. His cell phone and the keys to his bike were in it. If need be.... He could always find some place to change back to himself if he got an important call. How did he know if it was important or not? He had personalized ringtones for every member of the club and everyone in his phone. He knew by the sound of the ringer weather or not he was picking up the phone.
After he finished his piss he stretched out on the grass. Just then his phone went off. "SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!" Started to ring. Fucking Boozer. Yes, of course that was the choice for his song. The man was wasted twenty four hours a day. Seb almost wished he had thumbs so he could personally swipe the ignore button, but instead he let it ring. The warm sun felt good on his fur . So good in fact he almost thought about rolling around in the grass. That was until he smelled something.
The soft wind carried the smell over to him. His head snapped to the side and he saw a woman sitting on a park bench. Her purse sitting beside her. Yep. It was coming from there alright. Seb walked over to the woman with no fear. Walked right up to her with his happy smiling face and he saw her smile down at him. "What's this bitch smiling at?" He thought crudely. "What's in the purse lady?" He thought to himself as he hopped up on the bench and rudely stuck his cold wet nose right into her purse. He thought he smelled weed. If so he was going to pull a doggy snatch and grab. Nothing but a stoned pooch in the park. What better way to spend a Saturday?
The happily jingling name tag.... What did that say on it you might ask? It said "Sebastian. Property of the Saints Hands off MOTHERFUCKER!" There wasn't a happier dog in the world. Not at this moment. His belly was full from the steak he had just pulled out of the trash can and devoured in the alley. It was twice the size of him, and that might have something to do with the waddle he had now. His bloated belly nearly dragging the ground. He just wanted to find a nice shady spot to lie down.
Sebastian did't forget that he was a member of the Saints. He knew. Only he wasn't really needed at the moment. At the moment he was just strutting the town in a carefree form. Sniffing around the neighborhood and hiding away from all the bullshit. Humans had to deal with so much. Bills, phone calls, the constant choices..... Sometimes it was nice to just break things down to their simpliest terms and escape for awhile.
Sebastian stared at a happy family playing in the park. He narrowed his eyes at them. On the outside he was the world's cutest little puppy, even though internally he was actually in his 30's... Though behind those cute puppy dog eyes was a synical son of a bitch. 'What a bunch of assholes.' He thought and waddled over to a tree to take a piss.
The pockets of his tiny vest swung heavily. His cell phone and the keys to his bike were in it. If need be.... He could always find some place to change back to himself if he got an important call. How did he know if it was important or not? He had personalized ringtones for every member of the club and everyone in his phone. He knew by the sound of the ringer weather or not he was picking up the phone.
After he finished his piss he stretched out on the grass. Just then his phone went off. "SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!" Started to ring. Fucking Boozer. Yes, of course that was the choice for his song. The man was wasted twenty four hours a day. Seb almost wished he had thumbs so he could personally swipe the ignore button, but instead he let it ring. The warm sun felt good on his fur . So good in fact he almost thought about rolling around in the grass. That was until he smelled something.
The soft wind carried the smell over to him. His head snapped to the side and he saw a woman sitting on a park bench. Her purse sitting beside her. Yep. It was coming from there alright. Seb walked over to the woman with no fear. Walked right up to her with his happy smiling face and he saw her smile down at him. "What's this bitch smiling at?" He thought crudely. "What's in the purse lady?" He thought to himself as he hopped up on the bench and rudely stuck his cold wet nose right into her purse. He thought he smelled weed. If so he was going to pull a doggy snatch and grab. Nothing but a stoned pooch in the park. What better way to spend a Saturday?
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