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"Gee,Charlie, you're so lazy." Sasha replied, grabbing a feather duster in her mouth.
"Girls aren't the only ones who clean. Itchy is the tidiest Daschund I know." as she walked around the room dusting, the cloud of dust went up her nose and she started sneezing. " I should have stayed home."she muttered. She heard someone else sneezing,and she decided to check it out.

"Why- Achoo! Do I keep deciding to sniff around- Achoo! When I know for a gosh darn fact it's going to make me sneeze? ACHOO!" Zero rubbed his nose with a paw to try and clear it, twitching his ears.

" Maybe you're just as smart as Charlie is," Sasha said as she walked into the room,still dusting," all joking aside I'm sasha,it's nice to meet you."

"Zero. Name is kinda obvious. Mark on my head and all." Zero said, grinning sheepishly.

"Hey Sash, still cleaning!?" Charlie yells up stairs.

"I hear more talking than cleaning, I would like to hear more cleaning less talking! Ya got that!" Charlie demanded.

Zero lowered his voice to a mutter so only Sasha could hear. "Bossy guy isn't he?"

Xion

Name: Lucky
Age: 6 months
Gender: male
Personality: Lucky is kind and fun-loving. He loves to make new friends. He is funny and loyal to those he trusts.
History (optional): Lucky was born in a cardboard box in an alley, when he was two months old, the dog catchers found him, his mother and his sibblings and they were all taken to the pound. His mother was put down and his sibblings were adopted by young children eager to buy puppies. Lucky wasn't adopted, and he often wondered why his name was 'Lucky' when he was so unlucky. A few days later the pound had to put down a few dogs to make room for others, Lucky was one of the dogs that was going to be put down but luckily, he escaped and hid. He lived on the streets for four more months, living off of food from trash-cans or kind humans and water from the pond in the park.
Crush/mate: None yet, he's too young.
Appearance: Attatched.
Other: He is a border collie/coon hound.

(Accepted.)

Zero went and sat on the couch in his room, which brought a huge dust cloud that left him coughing again. "Is all the stuff down here old?" He asked, blocking his nose with a paw.

"Yeah,"Sasha replied," He sure is a pain sometimes. He likes me sort of,but he's too shy to admit it. All the stuff here is just his collected junk in my opinion, otherwise, it's worthless.

She continued dusting and sneezing, while muttering something about Charlie never being dog enough to admit he liked her. She sighed, then went on with her work.

Zero, pretty much figuring this was his place now, started helping her clean the room. He started on the side opposite she was on, getting a rag on a table and starting to wipe it down with his paws.

"Hey, I heard that!!!" screamed Charlie at Sasha.

"That isn't junk they are all, all, ummm" Charlie pauses thinking of what to call his junk, "They are all antiques, and very valuble antiques at that." Charlie adds smiling to himself thinking he just got out of a minor jam with Sasha.

"By the way, Zero how do you like it?" Charlie asks knowing in his mind that everything is perfect.

"Bit of cleaning, dusting, and shining will get this place in nice livable condition. Otherwise, it's okay." The black dog said, finishing the table and moving on to a window.

"Wonderful" replied Charlie with a smile on his face. "You don't even need to move another muscle Sasha will clean this place up for ya."

Charlie then exits the old vacant hotel to the Flea Bite to find Sasha.

"Hey Z, do ya want to come with me, I'll show ya the ropes around these parts?" asks Charlie assuming the answer will be yes.

Zero finished a bit of the window and followed Charlie. "Sure..." He said, shaking the dust off his fur.

"All right, lets go then" says Charlie while he is already out the door.

The two of them are making there way over to the Flea Bite, "Hey beautiful" says Charlie trying to act like he is not interested. "Get me and my new buddy Z, something to eat I am starving." Demanded Charlie while pounding his fist on the counter.

"Hope ya like cafe food?" as he was licking his lips waiting for his dinner to arive.