13 Griffin Way, Saturday Morning

[tyler_gone]

One second, Tyler was having an ordinary Saturday morning. He'd gone for a run, showered, and was rummaging around in the cabinet for coffee filters.

The next second, he wasn't there any longer. Maybe it was something he'd eaten; maybe the island had just noticed he'd racked up two years total on the island without an animal transformation and was making up for lost time. Tyler's place had been taken by a mid-sized, chocolate brown goat standing on its hind legs in the middle of a pile of clothes.

The goat bleated wearily -- Tyler had known this would happen someday, but today? -- lowered itself to the ground, and began trying to use its new horns to get the refrigerator open.

[OOC: Open to housemates or visitors.]

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[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

It was a tired and yawning Lindsay who padded downstairs this morning to get the coffee going.

To her credit she didn't freak out when she saw the goat in the kitchen.

"Wonderful," she sighed. "Are you Canadian too?"

[tyler_gone]

If Tyler were himself, that question would have drawn a what the fuck, Boxer? expression.

As it was, he did look a bit startled. He bleated again, then trotted over to Lindsay and butted his head gently against her knee.

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

"Seriously," she groaned reflexively reaching down to pat Tyler on the head. "I should just turn this place into a petting zoo at some point."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler bleated again at that. He was not a pettng zoo, thank you, he was her housemate.

Her very hungry housemate.

He neatly pulled away from her fingers and went to try to open the garbage pail with his teeth. He thought he remembered throwing away some pizza the night before.

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"No. Nonononono," she said moving to push the goat away from trash can. "You're not eating out of there."

She let out a little huff of frustration and went to the Fridge. "Well if you were a person, I know you're not Tony because he'd be trying to get into the liquor cabinet. If you want something to eat, I'll get it for you."

[tyler_gone]

The goat pouted (yes, goats can totally do that), backed up a few steps, and nuzzled the counter with the coffeepot resting on it. Maybe he could yank it down with his teeth and lick it clean...

"Baaaaaaaah!"

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

"Fine," she said rolling her eyes. "I'll fix you coffee too. Keep your... horns on. Or something."

[tyler_gone]

The goat whinnied agreeably and nuzzled Lindsay's leg. Then it just stood there and stared impatiently.

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

"Stop that," she ordered as she dug through the refrigerator. "You want some leftover Chinese?"

[tyler_gone]

The goat bleated. He wanted whatever she would give him first, of course!

The cartons from the takeout Chinese looked scrumptious, never mind the cartons.

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

"Here, she said opening up the carton and placing in on the floor and started on the coffee. "Start with this. I've got General Tso's chicken if you're still hungry."

[tyler_gone]

The goat nuzzled Lindsay again to say thanks, then set to munching on the shrimp with snow-peas, carton and all.

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

"Wait! Don't eat the-"

...

"Oh fuck it, eat it all."