#dog design tote bags

[wrenderart]

I’m very passionate about the price of the Costco hotdog

[53v3nfrn5]

Balenciaga: ‘Puppy & Kitten Shopping Tote’ Autumn/Winter (2018)

[blaaaaask]

Fall Leaves on Redbubble

Hello there, little autumnal babies, I have 2 more designs in my shop!

Block version:

And the print version:

Block version: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/164905963

Print version: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/164907756

The main difference is I reworked the block version into a square configuration so it could be made into a print pattern. Did require some elbow grease but I was able to get it without hurting my brain cells. I love that for me!

And for anyone interested in the concept: I am in the middle of doing some paintings and had used some leaves from outside. I took a photo--they looked quite pretty, so why not? Then I removed the background and added fun filter effects to change up the coloring on the leaves. Pretty nifty, right?

Here's the concept photo!

Thanks as always for looking at my stuff. And expect more art things soon!

[double-dare-designs]

Flat Coated Retriever

Tote Bag

https://www.zazzle.com/flat_coated_retriever_tote_bag-256632955762750945

[caffeinatedkris]

(via "Walking An Eager Dog" Baseball ¾ Sleeve T-Shirt for Sale by kristalcurt)

[iamactivedoggy]

Taking the Dog, Dumbass! 🐾 A Jennifer Coolidge Legally Blonde Tote Bag Review

Hey there, fabulous fashionistas and movie buffs! If you're a fan of iconic movie quotes and chic accessories, then you're in for a treat. In this burst of creativity, we're diving into the world of the "im taking the dog dumbass" tote bag, inspired by the ever-hilarious Jennifer Coolidge in Legally Blonde. So grab your popcorn and get ready for a wild ride as we explore this quirky and stylish tote bag!

1. Unveiling the Hilarity: "im taking the dog dumbass"

If you're a movie lover, chances are you've chuckled at the hilarious antics of Jennifer Coolidge's character, Paulette, in Legally Blonde. One iconic scene features Paulette boldly declaring, "im taking the dog dumbass" as she claims ownership of her beloved pup. This classic line has now found its way onto a tote bag that's sure to turn heads and spark conversations wherever you go!

2. Chic Meets Quirky: The Tote Bag Design

This tote bag is not your average, run-of-the-mill accessory. Oh no! It's a delightful fusion of chic style and quirky humor. The bag comes in a sleek, minimalist design, with a high-quality print that showcases Jennifer Coolidge's iconic quote in bold, eye-catching letters. Crafted from durable materials, it's spacious enough to hold all your daily essentials while flaunting your love for movie classics.

3. Versatility: A Bag for All Occasions

One of the best things about this tote bag is its versatility. Whether you're heading to the office, hitting the beach, or running errands around town, this bag has got your back - quite literally! It adds a touch of humor to your everyday look, making it a standout conversation starter. And let's not forget the ultimate perk - it's a fantastic icebreaker for bonding with fellow Legally Blonde enthusiasts!

4. A Thoughtful Gift: Sharing the Laughs

Looking for the perfect gift for your best friend who's a Legally Blonde fanatic? Look no further! This tote bag makes for a thoughtful and fun present that'll bring smiles and laughter all around. Imagine the joy on their face as they unbox this delightful tribute to Jennifer Coolidge's comedic brilliance. It's a gift that keeps on giving laughter and fashion-forward vibes!

Conclusion: Embrace the Laughs and the Fashion!

In the world of fashion, there's nothing quite like a statement accessory that speaks volumes about your personality. The "im taking the dog dumbass" tote bag does just that, blending humor, style, and a touch of movie magic into one delightful package. Whether you're a Legally Blonde fan or simply enjoy adding a quirky twist to your wardrobe, this tote bag is a must-have.

So, dear readers, as we bid adieu to this burst of creativity and human-like charm, don't miss out on the opportunity to embrace the laughs and the fashion. Unleash your inner Paulette, strut your stuff with confidence, and let your tote bag do the talking! From the courtroom to the coffee shop, you'll be turning heads and spreading joy with every step you take. Now go forth and rock that tote bag like the fabulous fashionista you are! 💃👜

[yumeka-sxf]

This weekend I got the chance to visit The Alley, a boba/tea shop that's currently doing a collab for Spy x Family CODE: White!

I met up with fellow fans @mika213 and @xxscarletxrosexx there! Mika's dog Rigby was quite photogenic - he didn't mind posing with the Forgers 😅

A few cosplayers showed up as well, including someone with a Great Pyrenees who looked just like Bond (minus the black socks...his owner told me he wanted to give him black socks but was having trouble finding them).

The collab has actually been going on for a while, but only for the SxF themed drinks...June was when the Alleys in my area would be getting the actual exclusive merchandise, which is what I was most interested in. Apparently not all Alley's were getting all the items, but we got lucky and this one had everything!

I mostly wanted the tote bag, bucket bag, pins, and acrylic keychains, which I was able to successfully buy 😄

The tote bag is double sided too!

What's really cool about the acrylics is that not only can they be used as keychains, but all 6 pieces can fit together (in any order) to create a neat little box 😃

Funny story about the acrylics: Scarlet and I had collectively bought 20+ blind bags of the acrylics but didn't get a single Loid or Yor. Considering there's only 6 different designs and we bought that many, this was extremely unlikely. When we told the staff, they were nice and let us swap out duplicates if we wanted as long as we didn't damage the wrapping too much. I bought another 10 and when we still didn't get Loid or Yor, I knew something had to be wrong. The staff showed us the big bags they got of each design that they mixed into a box that people picked randomly from, and just as I thought, they didn't have any bags of the Loid and Yor acrylics! They said that they would get them for us if we could wait, which we did. 30-40 minutes later, one of the staff came back and let us switch our extras for Loid and Yor. Lesson learned: persistence pays off and don't be afraid to speak up if you think something isn't right!

[marveltrumpshate]

Want to participate in Marvel Trumps Hate, but don't know what to offer? Think outside the box!

Stumped on what to offer because you don't write fic or draw? Marvel Trumps Hate welcomes a huge variety of fanworks and fan labor (see our sign-up post), so there are different ways you can contribute. You'll be amazed by the breadth of skills, talents, knowledge, and types of creative expression found in fandom!

Here's a smorgasbord of offers that we've either had before or seen people discuss as possibilities for MTH 2024 or future years to help inspire you. What you can offer is not restricted to the list below; these are just examples to get you brainstorming about what you can auction off because trust us, even if you think you might not have something to offer, you probably do!

ART (VISUAL/ILLUSTRATIVE)

Drawings/illustrations

Single-page and multi-page comics

Pixel art

Paintings (oil, acrylic, gouache, watercolor)

Mixed-media artwork on canvas

Ink-on-bristol art

Embroidery on canvas

Pour paint/spin art

Rotoscopes

Digital coloring books

AUDIOVISUAL WORKS

Fan music or filk inspired by characters, ships, or fics

Podfics

Videos (fic trailers, themed edits, vids set to songs)

Animations (making original art/animation or turning existing art into animation)

BETA SERVICES

Editing

Cheer reading

Soundboarding/planning/development work

Fact-checking

Culture-picking

Sensitivity reading

Knowledge about specific topics or experiences (e.g., identities, lifestyles, professions, interests, fields of study)

Research

CRAFTS & MERCH

Candles

Lip balms

Soaps

Stained glass/suncatcher

Scented beanbag-style sachets

Candy/chocolate/baked goods/jellies/sweets

Fic/character/ship/theme boxes (like book boxes)

Pins, magnets, patches, charms, standees, key chains, ring holders, calendars, stickers, bookmarks, temporary tattoos

Sculptures and clay figures

Ceramic mugs and other ceramic items

Apparel/wearable accessories (shirts, jackets, scarves, gloves/mittens, hats, face masks, regular masks, cowls, pajamas/onesies)

Backpacks, tote bags, itabags with custom window shapes, leather dice bags, wallets, pouches/pencil cases

Plushie animal or Tsum Tsum versions of Marvel characters

Dolls (crochet, needle felt, matte board, hand-sewn)

Embroidery hoops/wall art and cross stitch pieces

Jewelry (diamond painting, macrame, metal, crochet, wire, beads)

Woodwork/wood burning (cheese board, box/chest, USB stick, coasters, photo frame, alphabet blocks)

Glasswork

Custom Funko Pops

Paper cut light boxes

Pillow cases, quilted pillows, baby blankets, dishcloth/washcloths, potholders

Handmade leather journals

Linoleum stamps

Dog/cat/pet toys

Artbooks, paper doll books, and coloring books

Hand-dyed yarn skeins

Custom tea blends

DIGITAL (GRAPHIC DESIGN)

Gifsets

Graphics/edits

Mood boards

Photo manips

Fic covers/posters/banners

Icons and headers

Webweaving

Tumblr or website layouts

Digital calendars

Wallpapers

Custom Discord emojis

FAN LABOR & TRANSLATION

Typesetting

Bookbinding

Recipes based on characters, ships, or themes

Names, tags, and summaries for fics

Audio/sound editing and/or soundscaping for podfics

Book cover design and printing

Art/comic/fic translation

Website/game/AO3 skin coding

Fic rec lists

Fic playlists/fanmixes

Knitting/crochet patterns

Art coaching

Help with launching and organizing fan events

WRITING

Fic

Poetry

Meta posts

Social media AUs

Physical letters written by characters to the reader or between two characters

Remixes of your fic or an existing fic with the author's permission

Whether you can do something on this list or something else altogether (we're sure there are a lot of other things that you can do that we haven't thought about or seen before), we hope you'll consider signing up before the deadline: September 28, 11:59 PM ET.

[coolbeesbro]

Hey guys! So I'm gonna be doing Ko-Fi exclusive prints that change every month! Since these designs were released 10 days into this month, I'm gonna have the timeframe for these ones go till the 10th of September so you get the full 30 day window! New designs will be dropped September 1st!

Also! Every purchase over $45 will also get a free holographic Goat + Lamb sticker (example below)!

If you guys like my art and writing, every purchase goes towards making working on those easier for me while going to college (goes towards medical bills, spoiling my dog and cats, and helping me pay for the supplies needed for school).

Something coming up soon is an Unholy Alliance sticker sheet!

[thedemisapphic]

I figured I’d do some general advertising for Redbubble rather than gatekeeping things. Let’s get some hype up!

(Edit: these are now available to buy)

The school year is starting back up soon, what better way to start it than with some really cool ROTTMNT school supplies?! All 5 of these ROTTMNT designs will be included on spiral notebooks, tote bags, laptop sleeves, and zipper pouches so you can show off your favorite character while you walk the halls like a turtle obsessed dork /lh /t

That’s not all. This will also be plastered on tops, pins, stickers, and cases for your phone or ipad! If you really wanted, you could even get a laptop skin! Go to school in style!

On top of this, I’ve also put these designs on dog and cat mats! Seeing as the theme was the turtles and their lil’ companions, it was really just a no brainer. Now your little fur-babies can have a pretty mat to put their food and water bowl on :)

There are a couple more things this design will be on, such as throw pillows, iPhone wallets, desk mats, magnets, and a mouse pad.

If there's a product you want but the design isn't on it, rest assured that I might go back and adjust the products these designs go on after they've been out for a bit. It depends on what y'all do about it! If I hear about people wanting XYZ, then I'll try to make it happen! So don't be afraid to give me your two cents!

And don't forget to hype these babies UP!!! I'm trying to earn money, so I want these to sell well. All the money I get from Redbubble will go to helping me get my first car. So, your support means so much! Especially if you talk about it and help other folks find something really cool!! That helps me loads, because I alone can only reach so many people.

Stick around to be notified when they're available for purchase!

[reallyhardydraws]

🛍️ new totes listed on my shop! 🛍️

the cakes tote: i only had enough fabric to make two of these for now, but this is a print i REALLY like. delicious cakes.

the fish tote: a classic older print i did a few years back that i thought would fit the ultra-vibrant vibe i love the most. working with this fabric is SO exciting for me hehe

the magical girl vibes tote: a print i designed for my flatmate who loves the magical girl genre (i do too.) but now it's available to all!

the dogs tote: this print inspired by all the cute doggies i've been seeing people walking by my market stall in my hometown, but in bright rainbow pastels.

everything designed and sewn by me! all these totes include a small inner pocket to help you keep your small items organised! lifesaver when you've been shopping and don't want to have to dig right to the bottom of the bag for your keys.

[ find them at reallyhardy.store here! ]

please reblog this post to spread the word especially if you've got friends you think might like them, and thank you so much, especially to those who've ever bought one before! 💖

[britany1997]

can you write the lost boys having a lesbian bff? i feel like the dynamic would be sm fun

Shared Interests:

(When I first got this ask I was like, ‘Oh so you mean the boys and Star?’ Lol)

Poly! Lost boys with a lesbian bff

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Paul whistled as he watched a stunning brunette saunter down the boardwalk. “Damn” he said, “I love Santa Carla.” You placed your arms on his shoulder and peaked around.

“She is gorgeous,” you said, “you think she listens to girl in red?”

“Hey back off!” Paul said back, brushing you off his shoulder, “I saw her first!”

“Yeah but I’m gonna get her number first,” you told him slipping away.

“Hey no fair!” He yelled after you, crossing his arms and pouting.

The boys laughed to themselves as they watched Paul sulk, while you spoke with the brunette. “Better luck next time Paulie,” David said.

After awhile you walked back over, hands behind your back. “So?” Paul asked. You smiled and flashed Paul a card with the woman’s number.

Paul sighed and nodded, “game respects game,”he said.

You laughed, “actually she’s straight, but I told her my handsome blonde friend was single,” you told him, winking.

You flipped the card over to display the other side which read -xoxo Sasha call anytime;)

Paul picked you up and twirled you in the air while you giggled uncontrollably. “You’re the absolute best!” He said “I owe you one!!!” Then he put you down as he ran off to catch up with Sasha. You rolled your eyes as you turned to Marko.

“Still wanna do it?” You asked him

His lip quirked up into a half-smile, “of course,” he said while slipping you a folded piece of paper.

You unfolded the paper and flashed him a matching smile. “Perfect,” you said.

Back at the cave, you had Marko sitting on the fountain, with your tattoo gun in your gloved hand. “Now I’m just going to tell you now, this is a pretty big piece and it might take a couple hours. Are you sure you’re gonna be able to stay still for all that time?” Marko rolled his eyes, “of course,” he said, annoyed, “what am I six?” You stared at him for a second in silence. He rolled his eyes, “ok ok, I’ll stay still, c’monnnn” You looked down at the picture he’d sketched out for you.

“Why is the bat flying away from a burning building?” You asked him.

“Because he set the building on fire,” he told you matter-o-factly

“Oh, so the bat’s you?” You asked back laughing to yourself

He smirked, “of course,” he told you.

You smiled as you dipped the needle into the ink and positioned the stylus so that your hand would be steady. The needle sprung to life and started buzzing as it made contact with Marko’s skin. You held your other hand against his arm, keeping the skin flat so you could have a steady canvas on which to place Marko’s design.

After an hour passed, you watched as Marko’s knee bounced up and down rapidly. His hyperactive spirit was, normally, one of your favorite things about him. But if he made you mess up this design, you’d have to stake him.

You sighed and turned the gun off, “need a break?” you asked him.

He whipped his head around to look at you. “Please?” He pleaded, “I’m dying over here.”

You laughed, “aren’t you already dead?”

He rolled his eyes, but smiled as you, “can’t you just shut up and let me run around a bit?” He asked.

“Go ahead,” you said, shaking your head at his dramatics.

You sighed as you watched him sprint off, placing your tattoo gun in its case for the time being. You picked up your tote bag and headed to Dwayne’s alcove. He was reading his beat up copy of Animal Farm as you walked in.

“Re-reading?” You asked him

“At least once every two years,” he told you, dog-earring the page he was on. “What’s up?” He asked you.

You dug around in your bag for a bit before pulling out his heavily tabbed copy of the Bell Jar, “brought this back,” you said, holding it out for him. “We’ll have to find time to discuss I have…thoughts.”

He smiled as he took the book back from you, “thanks, I’d love to,” he told you. “Let me grab yours,” he said before reaching over to his milk crates full of books, and pulling out a copy of The Collected poems of Emily Dickinson. “She’s a talented wordsmith,” he said, placing the book in your hands, “thanks for recommending.”

You flashed him a smile, “anytime,” you told him.

He grabbed Anna Karenina from his crates and handed it to you, “I put aside this one for you to read next” he told you.

You flipped through it groaning, “almost nine hundred pages Dwayne?” You whined, “not all of us have an eternity of time to read books!”

He smirked at you, “guess you better go ahead and get started then hmm?”

You sighed as you trudged out of Dwayne’s room, the massive book weighing down your tote bag. As you walked into the main lobby of the cave, you caught sight of David sitting in his wheelchair throne. He turned to face you as you strolled in.

“Got a light?” He asked you.

You fished around in your bag before pulling out your lighter, “only if you’ve got an extra cig,” you replied.

He rolled his eyes but handed one to you. You lit his before lighting yours, then the two of you descended into comfortable silence as you smoked.

“You think Paul’s scared that girl off yet,” he asked you out of nowhere.

You chuckled to yourself “are you really in any position to judge his flirting methods?” You asked, “he told me about Michael in ‘87.”

David grumbled something under his breath about muzzling Paul while you laughed. You looked around a bit, noticing Marko was still no where in sight. You looked down at your watch, grimacing when you saw how late, (or early) it was.

“I should probably head back,” you said tossing your cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with your boot. “Tell Marko I said we’ll finish outlining his tattoo tomorrow yeah?”

David snorted, “yeah good luck with that”

You rolled your eyes, “maybe we can sedate him or something, that should keep him still.”

David smirked as he took another drag, “till tomorrow night?” He asked.

“Till tomorrow night,” you replied.

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I hope you like this! Huge thanks to @crustyraccoon who reached out after I posted that I was feeling burnt out on inspiration and offered to help🥹 they were kind enough to help brainstorm some ideas for this w me and pre-read this for me:) so grateful for my amazing mutuals who encourage me❤️❤️❤️

(Note: I almost had Dwayne reading the Communist Manifesto in this but I thought that might have been a little too on the nose lol)

Taglist:

@ghoulgeousimmaculate @misslavenderlady @solobagginses @altierirose

[no-where-new-hero]

Following the success of @gogandmagog's request for an Emily's "What's in my bag" and @those-things-we-said's suggestion we do a series, I present:

Ilse Burnley: What's in my Bag?

First, the bag. Ilse Burnley the acclaimed woman of the stage would absolutely carry something high end. Maybe not as far as a Birkin, but it would have a Brand that Proclaims Itself. This would have been Teddy's engagement gift instead of a designer dog lol. She would make sure all the paparazzi snap her while she's carrying this. However, Ilse Burnley of Blair Water goes around with a canvas tote, block-printed with "Caterwauling Quadruped" that Emily and Teddy gifted her as a joke, capable of holding everything and the kitchen sink. The outside of the tote bag would be decorated with pronoun pins and other provocative slogans; the fancy Brand Bag would have maybe one charm hanging from the handle.

In both bags, she'd always carry her essentials: phone, wallet, keys, makeup. This is all going in willy-nilly, though; no discrete bags or cases for her, so the wallet will have a smear of eyeliner on it, and the phone screen will be scratched by her keys. Ilse strikes me as an Android girl; she'd be fiercely anti-Apple. Wallet (made of vegan leather) would contain wads of cash, credit cards, and bus passes; a driver's license that she uses only because she gets carded buying alcohol but not because she actually drives (she's a passenger princess and public transport pro); member cards at all the stores because she loves herself a discount; a photograph of Perry with his faced carved out of it (but that's only because she keeps his face in a locket charm bracelet). She also has a recycled Blue-Q coin purse that says "Safe Sex" just to horrify the New Moon aunts (she keeps condoms in it. For herself, mostly, but she has been known to leave one or two in public bathrooms for those in need). Finally, makeup wise: intensely scented roller perfume for her wrists and neck, chapstick (cherry flavored--iykyk), eyeliner and mascara for quick touchups, and a lipstick tube she almost never opens.

In terms of non-personal items, she'd absolutely carry a play script around with her at all times. One will be whatever project she's currently acting in; the others would be Samuel French editions of her devoted idols (Jen Silverman--she staged The Moors during her time at Shrewsbury), her controversial faves (Caryl Churchill--these copies are angrily annotated), and whoever else is up and coming. She'd keep highlighters in two or three colors in her bag for reading and annotating (her color code is erratic and inconsistent) and of course it has no pencil case.

Other ephemera: postcards half-written and addressed to Emily, Teddy, and Perry from wherever she is; leaves or flowers she picked up in parks that remind her of home; jewelry she had gone out of the house wearing and then decided didn't go with her outfit after all.

This was so fun! Ilse has such a modern flair this really worked for her, I thought! Let me know if you want me to do any more! I slightly want to do Evelyn Blake lol

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 5 - Part Two

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 5,932

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. SMUT.

Previous | Main Masterlist | In Living Color Masterlist

May 2021

Chris opened the door to his house just as Nat stepped through the gate, closing it behind her with a smile. “Hey, I was starting to wonder if you’d ditched me,” he called with a smirk, leaning his hip against the wooden door frame as she followed the pathway to his front porch. 

She rolled her eyes as she climbed the short concrete steps to the house, stepping past him with a smirk as she shot back, “Well you ditched me last weekend so I’d say that would have made us even.” 

“You really aren’t going to let me live that down, are you?” He asked, shutting the door behind her as he caught up with her, leading her towards the wide glass doors at the back of the house. Just outside, she could see some of Chris’ friends sitting by the pool, drinks in hand as they listened to one of Scott’s stories. 

“Most likely not,” she conceded with a bite of her lip. She looked up and down the spacious home, coming up empty on her search, instead asking, “So where’s the star of the party?” 

He made a sound at that, rolling his eyes playfully and telling her, “I think I’m right here.” 

“That sounds like something I’d expect from a guy who drives a Tesla,” Nat easily retorted, but poked her head outside the doors to continue searching. “We both know I meant Dodger.” 

“Okay, I can concede to Dodger,” he agreed with a chuckle. Stepping around Nat, he whistled, his eyes locked on the group until he found the happy dog walking around and sniffing everyone but it was interrupted when he called out, “Hey Dodge! C’mere bubba, look who’s here!” 

They both saw Dodger’s head lift up before he came running over, making a beeline right for Nat as she dropped to her knees and let him lick her face, “Hi Dodger! Did you miss me?” 

“Only because you load him up with treats every time you see him,” Chris chuckled from where he stood above them. 

Nat just shrugged before she started digging around in her big leather tote bag while muttering, “Well this time is no different. I brought him some.” 

“You’re terrible, Nattie,” she didn’t even need to look up at Chris to know he was shaking his head at her. 

Nat finally found the bag of treats in her bag and pulled it open, taking one out to give to Dodger before she dusted off her hands and stood back up to be able to look at Chris, challenging him with, “Nattie? Wow, you meet my dad one time and he’s already rubbing off on you.” 

“What can I say, he’s influential. Besides, I think Nattie sounds pretty fuckin’ cute,” she saw the way his blue eyes were staring right down at her, making Nat’s whole body feel flushed. But what almost was worse was the casual tone he used to simply ask, “Did you bring your swimsuit? Basically everyone is already in the pool.” 

“Yeah I have it in my bag.” 

Chris pointed past her, showing her the hallway and explained, “There’s a bathroom right down that hall that you can change in. I’m going to let the caterers in and have them get everything set up, and then I’ll be out there.” 

With a simple nod and a sudden feeling that she needed to have a little more distance between his body and hers, she grabbed her bag and hurried off to the bathroom to change into the olive colored suit she was partial to. Nat grabbed a hair band out of the bottom of her bag and wrangled her curls up into a bun, before she grabbed her white button up and pulled it on over her arms, leaving it unbuttoned but the material helped to keep her frame a little bit warmer from the coolness in the air. 

She stuffed the clothes back in her bag before walking out of the bathroom and went out to the backyard where she was quickly pulled into the group next to Scott as he dramatically retold the story of having to break Nat out of her own apartment. But Nat didn’t seem to pay much attention to the story, her attention being pulled away when Chris finally emerged from the house wearing nothing but a pair of black board shorts slung low on his hips. 

Nat knew she was looking too long, but she couldn’t seem to pull her eyes off of him, seeing his bare chest for the first time. She saw just how sculpted every inch of his chest was and she couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of him that was still covered matched. Nat’s eyes followed all of the many tattoos littered across his chest, wanting to take time and look at each and every one without haste, but what she was yearning for even more was to be able to run her hands over the firm landscape of his chest, knowing what it felt like to touch the chest hair covering most of his skin. 

The gold pendant between his pecs swung back and forth as he walked over, catching Nat’s eyes and immediately coming right over to plant himself next to her on the lounge chair. He leaned back on one arm as he listened to Scott, silently slipping into the group without any acknowledgement from the rest. He placed his other hand over the white shirt on her back, Nat’s skin prickling under his touch. He stayed still, and Nat could feel his eyes on her as she leaned back into it enough until he took her signal, slipping it underneath her shirt to rest just over her hip on her bare skin. 

Drinks were passed around as the group stayed sitting around the pool, all talking and laughing loudly, but Nat was never out from under Chris’ touch. Somehow their hands kept finding each other from Chris helping her off with her white shirt, rubbing her back and keeping his own frame right next to hers. Even when the caterers brought out the food, Nat noticed the way Chris stood up and then looked back at her, holding his hand out to help her up. She gladly took it, letting him pull her up to her feet but Nat made it known that his attention wasn’t misplaced when she walked right next to him, close enough that his arm could snake around her waist and hold her loosely as they went over to the table of food. 

It didn’t change despite the night progressing from laughing with his friends to joking around in the pool. It seemed that wherever Nat ended up, whether it was talking with Scott and Steve or listening to his various friends rag on Chris, Chris was not far behind her. 

She had just climbed out of the pool and grabbed a towel when she ended up on a chair across from Scott and Steve as the sun was setting, listening to a story about Steve’s sister. He had her full attention as she wrapped the towel around herself, but soon the chair dipped next to her and a familiar weight settled over her back as Chris’ arm wrapped around her. 

Scott rolled his eyes and groaned, and Steve shot Nat a look before they each looked at the dirty blond who was staring at his brother. “Bro, can you chill for a few minutes? You’ve barely been far enough away from Nat to let her breathe all night,” he asked with another roll of his eyes. 

Chris clenched his jaw as he looked at Scott, something unreadable in his eyes as Nat watched him. “Maybe I just wanted to come over to be with you? Did you ever think of that?” He asked his brother.

But Scott smirked, telling him, “You’re going to be with me every day for almost three months, I think you’ll have your fill of me.” 

Nat furrowed her brows, looking between the brothers. All she knew was Chris was going to film on location, but clearly she was missing some details here. “Three months? What are you guys doing together?” She asked them. 

“I’m going to Europe with Chris. His normal personal assistant can’t go and I’m available so I’m going to go,” Scott supplied, before he paused and smirked. “Pray I survive.” 

Nat gave a half smile at his words but turned to look at Chris, taking in his profile as she murmured, “I didn’t realize you were going for that long.” 

“Yeah… we’re not going to be done until July…” he told her with a small shrug of his shoulders as a hand rubbed his jaw. 

“Oh,” she murmured, ignoring the way Scott was watching them carefully. “I didn’t know that.” 

Nat saw Chris open his mouth, but before he could say anything, someone called his name. He sent her an apologetic look before standing up to walk over to the other side of the backyard where his friend was calling for him. The buzz of electricity that seemed to be running through Nat suddenly seemed to be dimmed. She knew he was going to Europe but didn’t realize that it would be for so long and now things seemed to be so much foggier. 

If Chris had known that he was going to leave, she didn’t understand why he had been flirting like crazy this evening. She thought it could be as simple as bad timing, them connecting just as he had to work, but a worse thought crossed her mind that her brain seemed to latch onto which was the thought that maybe he just wanted a little fun before he left the country and was swamped with work. 

The realization made a small frown cross Nat’s face, now seeming to over analyze every detail of the evening especially because as the evening kept growing later, Chris seemed to now have quite a big distance between himself and her. There weren’t any more lingering touches, no more smirks directed in her direction and his attention seemed to be on everyone else but her. 

She felt that knot in her stomach as the party started to die down and part of her wanted to rush out the door as quickly as she could and never think of it again, but the other part of her wanted to linger and see if Chris would come right back around to where he’d started, sitting right next to her, his arm around her waist as his fingers tapped restlessly against her bare skin. The decision was made for her though when Scott had pulled her into a long conversation that lasted until Nat was biting at her lower lip, her anxious eyes looking around at the last few people around the pool who were packing up their bags. 

With Chris flying out for Europe in the morning, nobody was staying over and she felt unsure what she should do and the couple beers in her system wasn’t helping make anything more clear. She didn’t know if she should stay to talk about the now multiple times they’d kissed or if it was just better to leave along with everyone else. He was leaving tomorrow for a few months, it wasn’t like this was actually headed anywhere, or at least it seemed to Nat that must have been what Chris was thinking so she instead just quietly pulled on the white long sleeve shirt she had in her bag and was prepared to follow the rest of the group out until she spotted the pile of dirty dishes. 

She almost wanted to laugh when she could practically hear her dad’s voice in her head, scolding her for leaving a job undone at someone’s house so before she gathered up her own bag, Nat picked up the small pile and headed in through the open sliding glass door to make her way to the sink. The rattling of dishes in the stainless steel sink almost masked the sound of heavy footsteps, but the sigh Chris let out made her pause, tilting her head to look behind herself at him.

His face was surprised and his eyes sad as he saw her bag on the counter and the way she’d gotten ready to go. “You’re leaving?” He asked her, and the genuine 

Turning so that her back rested against the sink, Nat crossed her arms and shrugged as she said, “Yeah…you have that flight tomorrow…”

Nat saw the way he leaned against the counter and just simply nodded his head, quietly standing up straight as she moved to grab her bag. She could feel his eyes on her as she dug through her bag to find her keys, his stare making her whole body flush but she tried to just ignore him before slinging her bag on her shoulder and walking toward the door. 

The sound of his bare feet padding along the hardwood floor echoed behind her until they made it to the front door. Nat kept avoiding his eyes, looking at anything but him as she told him, “I hope you have a good flight tomorrow, and tell Dodger I said bye.” 

He huffed out a laugh as his lips turned into a half-smile. “I’m sure that’ll mean a lot to him,” he assured her with a shake of his head. She watched as he opened the front door, the cool air of the night hitting her bare skin. Then, she felt herself shiver as his excruciatingly low voice quietly told her, “Bye Nattie.” 

She finally lifted her face to look up at him, and almost instantly regretted it because it only took one look into those gorgeous blue eyes of his and their lips were furiously meeting mere seconds later. Although this wasn’t the first time they had shared a kiss, Nat felt like it was the first time neither was holding back and all the pining and anticipation that had been building up for so long finally came spilling out. 

Chris’ arms wrapped around her waist, pulling Nat back inside the house and kicking the door closed with his foot before she was pushed against it and got engulfed by his kiss. She felt as if he was everywhere, his body pressing her against the cool wood of the door, arms grasping around her waist and his lips kissing her so deeply that she was seeing stars. 

Nothing could have prepared her for this, not even the longing looks and impossible restraint they shared that entire night as the other was so close, yet so far, from them. It’d been a month of incredibly lonely days, missing Chris’ presence both at Pixar and at the game nights as his schedule amped up. But despite that, despite the frequent text messages, random phone calls, and tidbits they saw of each other’s day through social media, Nat had missed this. Nothing had made her feel this intense burning desire for someone in this way before, not even with Shane. Chris had an embarrassing hold over her, but as his hand moved to her hip and she felt him groan, she realized – for the first time – he at least felt somewhat of the same feeling himself. 

Their bodies were moving so in sync, hands wrapping around each other tightly while their tongues found one another, their kiss deepening as they held each other tighter. She felt him start to pull her backward, the two of them stumbling a few feet deeper into the house before they had to finally part for air, both panting furiously before Nat saw his bleary eyes for a short moment before he buried her face against her neck, his lips getting to work making her moan. Her hands were rubbing across his soft white tee shirt, wrapping around his broad shoulders as he kept walking her backward down the hallway, his lips sucking along her skin every step of the way. 

She followed his lead, trusting him implicitly to lead her properly, and she didn’t even open her eyes until she felt a bed at the back of her knees, falling onto it just as Chris kicked his door shut behind them. For the first time since their lips met that night, she took a good look at him, seeing the way his hair was now an absolute mess, the way his shirt was now an absolute mess, having been pushed from side to side as Nat’s hands moving over him. But that was as much as she could take in before his eyes met hers again, quietly asking her, “You sure?” 

For once in her life, Nat didn’t have anything to say, only being able to nod her head before throwing her arms around his neck to crash their lips back together again. Nat could hardly breathe as their lips kept moving perfectly together just as Chris’ hands ghosted up her body, following the curve of her shoulder and took the unbuttoned white shirt with it as it slid down her arms and fell onto the floor.

She then felt Chris’ hands on her hips, gently pushing her back toward the bed until she was laying on top of his crisp white sheets and just for a moment Nat wondered if this actually was happening. It had been so long since she had wanted someone this way, but it had been even longer since she’d felt wanted in return which was confirmed when he stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her from underneath those long eyelashes. His hands traced along the curve of her waist, coming to rest on her hips as he told her, “Seeing you in this has been driving me crazy all night.” 

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, unable to think of anything to say except “Jesus, Chris,” and before anything else could be said, he climbed onto the bed and hovered over her. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders before one trailed down his muscular back and slipped underneath the shirt, feeling the bare skin she’d been staring at all night, entranced by the way he moved and the tattoos that marked him. 

Wanting to be able to see his sculpted torso up close, she took advantage of their close proximity, grabbing the bottom of the soft material and pulling it up until he sat back and peeled it off the rest of the way. Instantly her hands were on his firm chest, staring at each one of his black tattoos while her hands felt the soft chest hair underneath her fingertips while she let her hands feel every bit of him. But Chris wasn’t patient enough to wait for her to finish feeling the landscape of his body and came down to connect their lips again, making Nat’s even more swollen than they already were. 

She could feel his hands on her, following the straps of her olive green bathing suit and rested on top of her covered chest, gently kneading her soft breasts the best he could with the barrier of fabric between them and pulling a loud moan out of Nat. She figured that must have spurred him on, his body suddenly pressing her hard against the bed as they kept kissing and her fingertips dug into the firm muscles of his shoulders. 

It didn’t take him much longer to pull his lips from hers and started trailing kisses along her body, following her soft skin, skipping over where her bikini was still covering her but once he reached the band of the bottom of her suit, Chris looked up at her asking for silent permission. Nat could have laughed at that moment, knowing that if he even had the tiniest glimpse into her brain, he’d know that he certainly didn’t need to ask if she wanted to keep going. But she still gave him that tiny nod, encouraging his fingers to peel the fabric down her long legs and toss it onto the floor. 

His hands trailed up her legs as he moved back up her body, smirking as he met her eyes. Any other time, a comment about the facial hair above his lips would be on the tip of Nat’s tongue, but she could only focus on the look in his eyes and the way he gently prodded her until she sat up, and then he reached to begin helping her pull the bikini top up off of her body. 

It wasn’t until he had helped gently lay her back down on the bed, her head propped up by a white pillow that had his familiar smell, that she saw his blue eyes flickering down her bare body, taking in every inch of her before he muttered, “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous Nattie.” 

“Well you’d be better if you didn’t have that thing above your upper lip,” she couldn’t help but tease, smirking as she moved a hand to run through the short hair on his head. Selfishly, she had to admit she missed the longer hair from March, but he was here, and he was Chris, and that’s all she wanted right now.

The smile that broke out on his face and the laugh bubbling out of him was enough to make Nat just want him impossibly more than she already did but was able to act on her feelings when he brought his lips back down for another long kiss. She could have just stayed there, kissing him all night but when he yet again made his way down her body, she knew that this would be pretty damn good too. 

Chris took his time, gently parting her legs and peppering soft kisses along her tender skin before he slowly let his tongue slip between her wet folds and made Nat’s entire body heat up. She focused on her breathing as he ran his tongue up and down sensually, causing her to let out a low moan that only encouraged him to go on. Nat’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, just relishing in the pleasure Chris was making course through her body with each swipe of his tongue but once he started circling her sensitive button, her hands were grabbing at his hair while she cried his name loudly. 

“God, Chris, yes, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned, breaking off as she lost her breath at his actions. “Just like that, keep going.” 

And he listened to her completely, staying with those exact same movements and kept circling his tongue while his hands slipped underneath her thighs, hooking around them and keeping her from squirming away from him while he ate her as if she was his last meal. Nat could feel that pressure building inside her body, every bit of her aching to release and she could hardly breath as her whole body went rigid before exploding over that incredible edge. 

She was moaning from the feeling as she felt her body melt into the bed, Chris’ hot mouth still open wide and licking every inch of her in such a passionate way that could have made her hit her peak all over again if she watched long enough. Nat brought a hand up to rest on her forehead, feeling the loose curls that had fallen out of her messy bun and she tried to push them away as she got her composure but it didn’t last long when Chris finally pulled his mouth from her hot center but kept kissing every inch of her skin, leaving a trail of fire behind. 

And when his lips met hers again, she couldn’t help but reach for any part of him she could grasp, her hands moving over the plains and valleys of his body in rapid succession. She was so preoccupied with the way his lips were moving away from hers and then danced around her neck, chest, and cheeks that she almost didn’t recognize the sound of a drawer opening next to them. With a sideways glance – just before a nip at her neck made her eyes shut unexpectedly – she saw his hand digging blindly in the nightstand until it found a foil packet. 

She used the moment to take her turn rubbing at his shoulders and kissing along his neck while he pushed the shorts off of his hips, awkwardly kicking them off before he pulled away momentarily to rip the packet open and pull on the condom. Nat used the opportunity to finally get to see him fully, a smirk on her lips when she saw just how hard and ready he was for her and she knew with a glance at his thick length that he’d be able to fill her up just the way she loved. 

His hands came back to her warm body as he hovered over her and Nat relished every second of feeling his touch against her skin, tracing every bit of her body while he got between her legs and lined himself up. Nat hooked a leg around his waist, resting it against his firm backside as she encouraged him to come in deeper, allowing Chris to finally sink himself in. The room was filled with the sound of their loud cries from the initial stretch, and god, Nat had almost forgotten just how good this could feel but somehow she couldn’t help but think that it never had been this good before. 

She wanted nothing more than to feel him completely and hoped he recognized that when she opened her legs even wider for him he’d get what she was nonverbally saying. He kept sinking in, deeper and deeper until he was fully situated against her and Nat felt like she could barely breathe. He was stretching her and causing such an incredible burn that she never wanted it to end, but when she let her eyes open and she saw him hovering above her with that look of pleasure written across his face, it only made her want him more. 

“Chris, keep going.” 

And it didn’t take any more coaxing from her to get Chris to start his rhythmic thrusts, pulling out and sinking back in to find just the right tempo. Nat was bouncing with each thrust and she reached out to rub her hands on his firm abs before grabbing at his sides to keep her steady as his movements started picking up the pace. She could hear his low groans and the way his eyes squeezed shut when he hit her particularly deep and Nat couldn’t help but feel a little swell of pride that she was making him feel that way but her brain started to become devoid of all thought as he began to throb inside her while plowing in deep to her hot dripping center that was practically begging for him. 

“Don’t stop, fuck Chris,” she all but ordered him, unable to stop herself from digging her nails into the strong muscles of his back.

“I know, god, Nat, you feel fuckin’ amazing,” he ground out, pausing as he snapped his hips hard against her. “Fuck Nattie.” 

That familiar coil was once again tightening in her stomach and Chris must have been able to tell from the way he just kept thrusting deep and hard, a low sexy grunt with each one but she could feel his body become more rigid by the minute too. Nat moved one of her hands down between her legs, starting to furiously rub circles to help encourage her release as Chris bounced her on his thick cock, but he quickly pushed her hand away and replaced it with his own, wanting to be in charge of her orgasm and continued her firm quick circles which had her screaming out as she came. 

Nat could feel just how hard she was clenching him, making Chris’ eyes screw shut as he muttered a strangled, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” before spilling into the condom while Nat’s velvet walls squeezed him tightly and drew out his orgasm. She was completely out of breath, her body spent as they stayed there connected while coming down from their highs. 

In what seemed like it was all too quickly however, Chris gently pulled out of her and rolled to the side, laying still as he continued to catch his breath. But the action that took her by surprise the most was when he leaned over, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. It was an intimate action, one that felt almost even more intimate than the act they’d just shared. And when she felt his eyes on her and turned to look at him, he nodded towards the open doorway on the opposite side of the room, “Did you want to take a shower?” 

She shook her head as she ran a hand through her impossibly messy hair, her voice raspy as she replied, “Um, no I’m kind of tired.” 

“Okay, I’m going to take one really quick,” he told her, leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek before he pushed himself off the bed, leaving the door to the bathroom cracked behind him while the shower turned on. 

The panic settling inside of Nat almost made her sick. She knew this wasn’t a good idea, being so unable to read him throughout the evening, not to mention the fact he’d be leaving for months and likely not even remember her. But somehow the moment that his lips were on hers, she just couldn’t resist, leaving her in the predicament she was in now. She knew she had to figure out what to do and fast, but first she quickly grabbed the nearest piece of clothing which happened to be Chris’ discarded tee shirt and hurried down the hall to use the restroom. 

Nat’s entire body was buzzing as she washed her hands quickly, ultimately deciding that it probably would just be best if she grabbed her stuff and slipped out while he was still in the shower. Nat’s brain reminded her that it wasn’t like he actually wanted her, there was no possible way. She couldn’t even make a relationship with co-workers last, let alone one of the most desirable men out there. She reminded herself that he was leaving. He wasn’t looking for anything with her… well nothing more than what had just happened. She figured he had gotten what he wanted and she just felt as if she couldn’t handle the humiliation of having him reject her the moment he was out of the shower. 

She hurried back to the bedroom where the rest of her clothing was strewn around the room and started gathering it up and shoving it in her bag, cursing quietly when she heard the shower turn off. 

The door to the bathroom swung open the rest of the way, revealing Chris as he ran a towel through his hair, clad in a pair of boxer briefs. “Nat I-” he paused, staring at her as she held her bag. “Oh…were you heading out?” 

She swallowed, shifting her weight on her bare feet as she shrugged. “Well I mean you have that flight tomorrow…”  

He nodded, biting his lower lip as he tossed his towel back into the bathroom. “Do you want to stay, or would you rather go?” He asked, his voice quiet. “I can call you an Uber if you want to go.” 

Nat was silent for a moment, struggling. She wanted to stay, she wanted to stay with him so much it nearly hurt her, but she was also scared of what tomorrow would bring, what it’d mean once he boarded the flight with Scott and Dodger, bound for Massachusetts before the brothers then headed to France. “It’s probably better if I do,” she finally whispered.

She watched the way he nodded, a little downtrodden and upset at her words. “You don’t have to…” he offered one last time. “You’re welcome to stay, but only if you want to… it is kind of late.” 

She moved a hand to fidget with the bracelet on her wrist, sliding it back and forth over her skin as she agreed, “It is, yeah.” 

“So maybe you should just stay?” He asked hopefully as he raised an eyebrow. 

And while she didn’t feel any pressure from him to agree to stay, she’d be lying if she said his reaction hadn’t influenced her. She was worried he was just looking to get one last burst of energy out before he was thrown back into the deep end with work, but the way he offered, time and time again, to help her get back to her own home or to have her stay at his made the deal just that much more sweet to her. “Yeah, maybe I should,” she agreed, unable to help herself from smiling at his reaction. 

He moved to crack the bedroom door in case Dodger wandered in during the night, turning the lights off in the hall outside his room before he came back in, climbing into bed next to her. Nat couldn’t help but chew at her lower lip, feeling so unsure as to what to do with the lack of clarity. She had thought earlier that this was something that had maybe been going somewhere, but then when he had started pulling back from her during the evening and she found out just how long he was going to be gone, Nat had known that this was just him looking to have one more night of pleasure with someone before falling into the grind of work. 

But now she didn’t even know what to think. Was he offering for her to stay just to be nice? So she wouldn’t run to the tabloids or internet with some juicy gossip about how Chris Evans kicked her out while the bed was still warm? Or did he just truly want her to stay? Nothing in her brain seemed to make sense right now and for the first time since they’d become friends, she was starting to remember just who he was and that this could never be the relationship she thought it maybe was turning out to be. 

As Nat laid her head on the pillow, her impossibly wild and untamed curls now a disaster on the white pillowcase, she laid with her back to him as tears stung at her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t have done this. How could she have been so stupid as to let herself get in so deep with him? A lump in her throat appeared when she realized that most likely, come the morning when she left his home, that would be the last interaction she’d ever have with the man who had become such a fixture in her life… who had become her friend. 

But in the middle of her anxious thoughts, she felt a warm hand slide underneath the blankets and come to rest on the curve of her waist, making her body tense before he leaned over to press a kiss to her shoulder covered in his white tee shirt. Her heart was pounding from feeling the heat of his body so close but when his low voice lulled a soft, “Goodnight Nattie,” the sweet sentiment felt more like a knife in her heart, her brain reminding her that it would probably be the last time she ever heard that. 

A/N: *hides* don't kill us! We love them to death but they're both stuck in their own heads right now. We'll be around during the next week, but we will NOT be posting a new chapter between Christmas and New Years. Instead, we'll be back on the 5th with chapter six! We hope you guys have a nice relaxing rest of the year!

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Hannibal Fic WIP - Mystery Neighbor AU

Riding the high of completing Wild Hunt, I'm here to thrust another WIP upon ye. Behold, my first Hannibal fic, and despair!

Tagging the muses: @subtlybrilliant, @tindragon09, @prommethium

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Hannibal noticed something was off the moment he pulled into his driveway. Out of caution, he remained in the Bentley, engine idling, as he studied the exterior of his home in the waning summer light. 

The front doors were closed and the windows he could see looked intact. The back of the townhouse was obscured by the eight foot wooden privacy fence but he didn’t notice any signs of disruption from his point of view. Of course his security system would have alerted him to any unwanted entry, but Hannibal Lecter was nothing if not pragmatic. Any criminal worth their salt could easily disable an alarm, even one as expensive as his. 

Hannibal sighed and turned to his right, looking instead to the long empty townhouse next to his own. A moment’s reprieve was his goal, a negative to his own home’s exterior to make any differences more apparent. 

Then he saw it. 

A for sale sign swung gently in the warm breeze. 

Hannibal smiled and turned off the car. 

The quote “Netherfield Park was let at last” came to mind, though the townhouse to his right held none of the grandeur of the fictitious estate. Hannibal also doubted that a wealthy man in want of a wife would find his way to this particular Baltimore neighborhood anytime soon. And there certainly would not be any grande balls, to his chagrin. 

Hannibal chided his caution as he approached the front door. Although he rarely interacted with his neighbors, the prospect of a new one was still exciting. Perhaps they would have a taste for art and music, like he did, and he would see them at gallery openings and operas, nodding to each other over champagne and rocks glasses but never speaking. Maybe they would appreciate fine dining as he did and he could try new dishes out on them if he was feeling adventurous. 

Or perhaps they would be new to their wealth and rude, and they would feature in a dish themselves.

***

The next evening, Hannibal returned home with dinner on his mind. 

There was a liver he should really use before it was past its prime and he was debating on how to prepare it.  Marinating was best, and it did not bother him to eat late. He was walking towards the door, mentally going through his stock of wine that would pair well with the main course when he heard a creak that made him pause. 

Hannibal angled his head towards the door, listening intently for breathing on the other side, when again his gaze landed on the sign in the yard next door. 

Sale Pending the attachment underneath swayed. 

Well, that was fast. 

Hannibal smirked as he let himself into the foyer. Soon, he would have a new neighbor and a new source of entertainment or irritation, at least for a little while.

***

Saturday brought with it slumber and sunshine. 

And multiple dogs barking. 

The last drove Hannibal from the warmth of his bed out of academic curiosity. He rarely heard dogs in his neighborhood, let alone so close to his house. The dogs of the Baltimore elite were small, to be seen, not heard, and toted around in designer bags.

These dogs sounded larger and multiple. 

Hannibal crossed the hall to the guest bedroom which was adjacent to his driveway and looked out. 

His neighbor had arrived, in four-legged, frantic glory. 

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