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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jul 16, 2012 13:15:47 GMT -5
Nell lifted an eyebrow. "But you said that it would defeat the point of zombieism if they didn't eat brains," she pointed out airily. She had to disagree with him on the matter of there not being a point to things that didn't exist. They wouldn't have pop culture or any form of media if there was no point to the wild flights of fancy people had. It would be a very sad world without ideas like zombies in Nell's mind, because there was actually a purpose behind them. Zombies were a part of Voodoo mysticism, a religion, and there was most certainly a point to it, though it had been exploited by Hollywood to suit their needs. She did not mind, it provided some great cinema. Josh said that he would not enjoy eating with a zombie, and she murmured, "You're obviously prejudiced against zombies in any case, because you're mean." It wasn't Josh's fault that zombies were inherently disgusting. But apparently Nell's love for everything extended to the undead, as well.
To Nell, the words were rather random, but she appreciated them nonetheless. She always liked the butterflies when he said he loved her. In the end, she was just happy he didn't want to work any harder than he had to. Well, he may have felt he needed to work harder, but most people did not. She blinked when he asked where they might fine the license guy, and she was very tempted to tell him on Drury Lane. He seemed amused by her, and if she were anyone else she might have been offended. "The ministry of agriculture," she said blearily. Nell may have been tired, but she was not stupid and knew what she was talking about when she said the license guy. It was the exotic pets that needed licenses in Canada, and in some provinces they weren't even allowed. She did not know specifically about fennecs, hadn't even known what they were, but Josh had apparently been looking into it, which she had not been aware of. She didn't even know that he liked foxes. He hadn't looked into getting one, however, or where to get one she figured. "You can look online or something, right? There's breeders there, usually." She wasn't the most internet savvy, but that's where people went for everything these days, and she figured it would be the same when it came to looking for wild animals to purchase.
She chuckled when he said it would be cheaper than the fennec. "That's probably because it's a wild animal," she said, because she was pretty sure that all foxes were wild. Who knows, she could be wrong, but she understood the basic pets were dogs, cats, reptiles, and birds. And certain kinds, at that. She thanked him for the phone, luckily remembering her password through muscle memory and unlocking it. Nell flicked through her camera roll, watching the pictures as she waited for the ones she had taken at the farm the day she went there with her friend. She saw the pictures she'd taken from the tip top of a Ferris wheel, when she had almost dropped it thanks to butter fingers. Then there was a bunch of black ones, and she remembered what had happened there with a small smile. A few pictures of flowers and her friends making dumb faces and then she found the ones she had been looking for. She looked over to see the picture he pulled up, giggling a little. It was even funnier when he said they could devote an entire room, still getting that Twilight Zone sensation. (Hey, let's put it in this room that we don't use because we have so many of them.) It would never be normal.
She looked back down at her phone, and giggled again. "Ducks," she said before flipping to the next picture, one of the tiny pink pig sticking his nose into the grass. She couldn't remember if he was actually eating it or what, but it had apparently been an inopportune photo opportunity. She recalled her friend being chased by those ducks at that point. "He's about nine inches right now, because he's a baby," she said, using her fingers to zoom in on the picture. "He'll get bigger because there really isn't such a thing as a teacup pig, but not that much. Smaller than a pot-bellied pig." The man had had a few of those, too, roaming around and snorting and it was an incredible experience for a girl who was used to concrete and weeds. Nature in abundance made her head spin.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 16, 2012 16:04:56 GMT -5
She had asked for his opinion. "That's if it exists, which it doesn't." The 'real' zombies didn't eat brains and so he'd figured they were talking about the typical horror movie zombies that shambled around moaning with bits of flesh falling off here and there. Nell called him mean and his lip twitched. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were friends with dead guys," he said sarcastically, though it was not meant to be offensive or cruel. He was joking in his normal way of sounding serious and not bothering to laugh or smile in order to dispel any confusion. He never bothered with Nell any more because he trusted that she of all people knew him best.
He was a bit surprised when she did know and he blinked. "All right, you win," he conceded with a soft smile. He did not think that his fiancée was stupid, far from it, but since she hadn't mentioned the ministry of agriculture in the first place he had assumed that she was unaware. He had a problem with apologising and admitting that he was wrong but when it was Nell he allowed a special exception so that she knew he didn't look down on her or really mean some of the things he said in a moment of ire. A temper problem could be a bitch when it meant accidentally insulted your loved ones. "Probably. Google is a god." That was a funny thought, Google being some kind of internet deity. It really did help when you wanted to find something, though. He preferred libraries to search engines but sometimes it was much faster to type something into a little search bar rather than perusing huge sections of shelving for one little piece of information. He might have loved his books but he was a part of the modern age. He had his laptop and his high-priced phone, he had his fancy car with all its little gadgets. He wouldn't want to live without them, either. "I'll probably check and see if I need a license before I do anything. I don't think they're too expensive. Nothing I can't afford." He chuckled. What couldn't he afford? A lot of things. He was wealthy but he couldn't buy islands or countries or anything ridiculously extravagant. Probably wouldn't want to buy another mansion, either. They didn't come cheap.
He knew that they were wild animals, of course, but that didn't bother or deter him. "Dogs and cats were too, at some point," he said. Maybe one day all animals would be domesticated and it would be considered perfectly acceptable to raise tigers in your basement. Probably not. It was a scary thought, though. No one would want to mess with a guy that could sic his tigers on you if you upset him. Attack dogs were bad enough. "Don't worry, babe, I'm not going into this blindly," he said, though she had not expressed any sort of concerns. He wanted to reassure her nevertheless. "I wouldn't get a fox just because or anything like that." He really liked them but he wouldn't have considered it without doing extensive research. He knew about their diets, their habits, and the fact that they could be leash-trained, even. He didn't know if he'd do that. Maybe he'd try to train it to come back to the house like a cat would or something. He'd feel a lot better about keeping one if he knew he could let it free. Chester was an outdoor cat, after all, because he liked to be outside and Josh didn't want to take that away from him.
Thanks to Gale, Joshua knew more about ducks than he'd ever cared to learn, like the fact that their penises fell off after a while and grew back at a later date. He could not help but think of this when Nell mentioned them and so the snicker might have seemed a little misplaced, but to Joshua it made perfect sense. The pig was pretty cute, actually, and he smiled at the sight of it. He didn't fawn or anything like that but it was clear that he was enticed by the little snuffling critter. "Good thing, too," he chuckled. "They're huge." He'd never actually seen a pot-bellied pig up close, he realised, and this was a strange realisation. There were a lot of things he'd never seen and this was one of them. He'd never seen a cow, either, or chickens or anything like that. He had seen a horse, though, he'd just never got too close to it. "Well, I guess you should go and get him as soon as you can," he said, still smiling.
[and end, I'm assuming? <3]
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