RP w/ ShayLlama

Tri entered the room, "Okay... That's sort of odd."

"What can I say? I'm an odd person." Annie grinned. She went on to show her all the new tricks, until the room was full of butterflys and birds. "Then there's this last one... I've not been able to tell what it does, but you probably have better eyes than I." She held her wand up and said a few odd words, sparks flying from the tip. Nothing seemed to happen, until there was a grumble about stupid cats behind them.

Tri turned and looked at her dog, "Dallas, come here."

Where Dallas had been sitting before was a boy. He appeared to be in his teens, with jet black hair flecked with grey and white and oddly pale skin. He wore a long coat with a hood trimmed with white fur, and around his neck was a loose collar that looked exactly like the one the princess had put on her husky. Strangely enough, out of his hair poked two floppy ears and under his coat was a tail. He looked up at Tri and then nodded, crawling over to her. "Yes master..." he said quietly.

Tri giggled, then looked at Annie, "Well, this is very odd. Can you turn him back? It's weird."

"I... don't know."
Dallas cocked his head cutely to the right, "What's weird? Turn what back?! Is there something wrong with me? Am I a cat?!" He whined, spinning in a circle.

"You're a person..." She said softly, looking at him again.

He froze and stared at his 'paws' and then the rest of him. He looked up and glared at Annie with piercing blue eyes, baring his teeth. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME, HUMAN?!"

"Dallas, stop. She didn't mean to. Plus you're really adorable like this." She looked at Annie, "Find a way to turn him back."

Is Dallas wearing pants?

Probably.

Annie nodded, pulling out a chair and a counter-spell book and sitting down to read.
Dallas sat on his butt and crossed his arms, pouting.

Could he not be? I have something funny in mind.

Tri sighed and sat in a chair.

Okie dokie.
He stared at the ground.

Tri looked at Dallas, "Because you're a person right now, you don't have to sit on the floor, Dallas."

"Well I am." He sighed.

"Why?"

Tri is so so very innocent for someone her age....

"Your father always snaps at me when I get up on furniture. So I don't. Definitely not the big chair. I get shoved outside all night if I even lay by the feet." He mumbled, "Plus, I'm kinda not wearing pants. Or a shirt. Just gonna put that out there."

Tri blushed profusely, "Oh... Okay."

He chuckled.

"Perhaps drape your coat across your lap, please?" She asked, looking the other way, "My innocence must remain intact until marriage. That means I cannot even see things I shouldn't." Her face was still bright red.

He laughed and pulled his coat over his lap, "Hey, you can't blame me for that. Dogs don't wear clothes. What do we have, though? Fur. Coats."

She giggled.

He grinned.

Tri looked at him again.