[Woof]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake grunts as he jerks awake, stiffly, since he fell asleep on the floor in the hallway real classy-like.  Next to him is an empty whiskey bottle.  He groans and runs his hands over his face and even though no one is around to see it, he's still embarrassed.  He hopes that he didn't do anything stupid.]

Hn?

[Something on his neck is 'itching' him.  Snake touches his neck to scratch and he feels something leathery.]

[He woke up with it on; a simple brown collar with soft, blue kidskin lining. He doesn't like it.  It has a damn ring on the front...where someone could potentially attach a lead.  Great.]

What...the Hell?

Why does this crazy shit always happen to me?

[This Nexus is really starting to get on his last nerve...and Snake's last nerve must be pretty strong-]

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[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She moves closer to him, lightly touching the collar with her fingers.]

The Nexus doesn't like anyone here. I wonder why it gave you a collar though... you're a snake, not a dog. [She lopsidedly smiles.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Grumbles!]

I have no idea. I suppose it's better than a terrarium.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She furrows her eyebrows.]

A terrarium? That would be quite interesting to be in one... unless it was a Venus fly-trap terrarium of course.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hnn. Point...but it would have to be a pretty big one for me.

Knowing this place it wouldn't be.