If It Barks Like a Dog...

[Spot]

(ooc: September 11th. During lunch. Open to all dogs and Spot.)

Total freedom. That was what Spot had gained in leaving the chicken coop and the farm life behind. She was more than happy to embrace it, too. After constantly being lectured by her mother on how to behave like a proper young chicken, she was quite glad to have the opportunity to hang out with her own kind. That is, she was going to hang out with dogs. For the first week, she'd been so caught up in trying to get through her classes that she hadn't gotten much of an opportunity to mingle with the canines around the school. Now, though, Spot had her chance. She wasn't going to waste it, either.

The spotty chicken strutted her way out onto the field with a big grin on her beak. So far, Spot wasn't seeing many canines around. She knew it was lunchtime, though, so there was bound to be a dog or two out and about sooner or later. It was just a matter of whether or not they would accept her. Spot didn't think there was anything wrong with a chicken wanting to hang out with dogs. The real test was about to occur, though. As soon as she met some dogs, she'd try to get to know them and see if they wanted to hang out. If they did, then Spot would have been about as happy as she could ever have been. First, though, she actually needed to find some dogs.

"Hey. Where is everybody?" Spot wondered out loud. Surely she hadn't made a mistake in coming out to the field. There would have to be some athletic dogs running around and playing, right? Or just dogs in general? Spot didn't care by that point. She just wanted to find some sort of canine somewhere!

[Lucky]

It was a beautiful day, and Lucky had just discovered recently he wasn't limited to just the cafeteria during lunch. It was enormously freeing to know he could go pretty much anywhere he pleased on the school grounds, and with this in mind, Lucky had taken his tray full of food carefully in his teeth and trotted outside. It wasn't super easy going: he had to walk slowly to avoid teetering things around on his tray, and several times had come close to dropping things. Some way or another, he'd managed.. although he thought he'd have to figure out some better way to carry his food.

Walking in that slow, awkward way, Lucky made his way out onto the field himself. He stopped when he caught sight of a chicken walking around. Well that was odd. Lucky had been under the impression, somewhat pompously, that the school had only invited superior beings, like humans and canines (aka HIMSELF), not chickens. And what a scrawny, gangly thing she was. Lucky sneered as he got a little closer, intending to pick on this chicken a little, when he noticed she had spots. This made him momentarily stop and prick his ears in surprise. A spotted chicken? Wait, didn't he recognize her from someplace?

...Yeah. He thought he'd seen her in class earlier today. Wasn't she one of the ones Teach had called on or something? He hadn't been paying super close attention, but he did think he remembered a name. Lucky paused a moment to set down his tray before lifting his head to speak. "Spot?"

[Two-Tone]

Meanwhile Two-Tone happened to be taking in the sights as she got some fresh air, she looked to be a bit lighter in her step as of late as she looked around. She decided to grab some lunch though what she wanted? She hadn't a clue but eventually she got what she wanted for lunch as she soon looked for a spot to sit at outside. "Where to sit at?" Two-Tone wondered as she looked for a good spot to sit at, that was before she noticed Lucky headed to the field, she decided to follow after him, she wanted to surprise him before she saw a spotted chicken nearby. "Hmm, that's odd. Never seen a spotted chicken before.." the two-toned pup said to nobody in particular.

She decided to go up to the chicken and Lucky. Though she hoped to surprise Lucky too.

[Spot]

(ooc: Lucky, see my note in the ooc thread.)

"Huh?"

Spot hadn't really expected anyone to say her name. In spite of that, there Lucky was and seemingly addressing her. The young chicken glanced around, almost thinking that someone else named Spot might have been around for this puppy to address, but when she found no one hope sparked anew in the bird's eyes. A dog was addressing her! An actual dog! Oh, if only she were one herself. Her tail would have been wagging so hard and fast that it would have been nothing but a blur. The best the chicken could do was shake her tail feathers from side to side and point to herself.

"You mean me, right?" she asked. She'd never seen this particular dalmatian before, but she wasn't about to object to spending time with him if he wanted to. Hell, he looked pretty cool! Black ears and... Wait... How come he didn't have that many spots? The chicken tilted her head to the side for a moment, but she chose not to ask that much out loud. It wasn't that odd for dalmatians not to have facial spots, was it? Probably not.

"I mean, I'm the only Spot I know around here. And wow... If a dog like you was really talking to me, I'd just... Just... Buhcuck!" she clucked. It was plain to see the feathery girl was excited. It only just occurred to her that maybe the two of them had a class together and that was how Lucky had figured out her name. Maybe she ought to ask that much... No, maybe not. If they did have a class together, she surely would have remembered Lucky's name.

"Sorry, it's just... I've always wanted to hang out with a dog! I'm Spot... But I guess you figured that out, huh? What's your name?"

[Lucky]

A whimsical smile appeared on Lucky's face. A chicken who wanted to hang out with dogs, huh? "Well, we ARE pretty cool animals. I'm Lucky! I was named for my spots! If you could.. ugh, see them!" With an irritated grunt, Lucky turned his back to Spot to show her his horseshoe only to realize his dadgum shirt was in the way. He irritably pawed at it, trying and failing to lift the cloth enough for Spot to see his treasured namesake. "Ugh...eurrgh... well, it's... it's right there, if I could only-" GAH this shirt, he HATED it so much! Twisting his head to the side, Lucky seized the shoulder of his shirt in his teeth and pulled harshly, jacking the shirt up his back only a little. "Th'r i' ish." He growled through a mouthful of material, "C'n y' she it? Ugh!" Maybe Spot would have better luck with her wings than he had with his paws. How he WISHED he could get rid of this cursed uniform if only for a single freakin day!

In his chagrin, he failed to notice Two-tone approaching from behind. He was simply too busy with his shirt to notice much of anything really.

[Spot]

Named for his spots? If that wasn't cool, Spot didn't know what was. She didn't think for a second that Lucky would want to hang out with a weird chicken like her. ...Then again, he didn't know that she actually wanted to be a dog yet. He did know that she wanted to hang out, though, so that counted for something. She didn't say anything about that out loud, though. Instead, Spot watched with interest as Lucky tried his hardest to move his shirt so she could see the spots. When he finally did seem to succeed, Spot looked as hard as she could until...

"Oh! Yeah, I can see them! Wow... They look like a horseshoe!" Spot gushed. Now how cool was that? His spots actually made a shape! Her spots were just kind of... All over the place. They made her rather distinctive, though, so Spot had never complained. Her mother had always been the one to do the complaining whenever Spot did something unladylike or... Unchickenlike. All because of those dogs and cat that lived nearby claiming to be some kind of bark brigade...

"I got named like I did because I've got spots on my feathers," she said rather lamely. Now she had to ask, though. Was Lucky really okay with a chicken hanging out with him? Especially one that was as fascinated by dogs as she was?

"So... Just so we're clear here, you really don't mind if I hang out with you? I mean, you don't think it's weird? A chicken like me wanting to be with dogs?"

[Lucky]

Satisfied she'd seen it based on her statements of their looking like a horseshoe, Lucky let his shirt go and it dropped back into its accustomed place. "Yeah, that's what I said!" Despite himself, Lucky puffed up a little hearing Spot's gushing undertone. It was, well, a little fangirlish. He liked it. When she mentioned being named for the spots on her feathers, he grinned a snarky little grin. "No kidding? I never would've guessed." Hopefully she'd catch the sarcasm in his voice.

"So... Just so we're clear here, you really don't mind if I hang out with you? I mean, you don't think it's weird? A chicken like me wanting to be with dogs?"

"Well, it IS a little weird, but I'm not complaining." He said without much tact. Lucky never had exactly been known for his sensitivity to others' feelings. "I mean, like I said, we dogs are pretty cool."

[Spot]

The sarcasm was easy to pick up, and Spot had expected it since she'd given such a lame explanation for her own name. But who cared? She was with an actual dog! He didn't even seem to mind that she was hanging out with him. The confirmation of that much, in spite of the assertion that it was indeed a little weird of her to want to hang with him, was great. So great that she couldn't resist actually trying to bark with joy. It came out as more of a clucky-sounding bark, but that was the least of Spot's concerns. She flapped her wings for a moment and, once she realized just how strange she must have seemed, she stopped and took a step back as a sheepish little laugh escaped her.

Maybe mom was right. She wasn't exactly the prime example of chicken refinement.

"Sorry," she apologized. "That uh... That was weird, huh? I guess you could say I've kind of sort of... Wanted to be a dog, too. But hanging out with you is just as good to me." ...Hopefully she hadn't just screwed things up. Spot wanted so badly to have dog company that she hadn't actually thought about her actions. A chicken acting like a dog, Spot realized, was the epitome of strange behavior. But who cared, right? Lucky already thought she was weird for wanting to hang out with dogs, so maybe this wasn't all that strange compared to that much. Maybe. Hell if Spot really knew what was going on in Lucky's head.

"I know I'm weird. Mom's told me that plenty of times. Bu-bu-but I don't wanna be a chicken. I'm a dog trapped in a chicken's body! Really!" she clucked.