Re: A Change of Scenery « Reply #10 on Jul 19, 2007, 12:18pm »
Harper, who had wandered out of the room after Rex approached the closet, had to promptly turn on heel and return in order to answer Rex's inquiry about a shirt. For a moment, he was confused as to why Rex could not tell the color of the shirt, though he suddenly recalled that it was understandable why Rex could not depict what color he held. Dogs were colorblind, after all. Harper, being a dog shifter himself, was lucky not to have that sight restriction carry over from his animal form to his human one.
"It's green," Harper answered. He paused for a moment to contemplate a way to mark off colors for the shifter. "At home, Rex, did your family do anything special with your clothes so you knew what color they were?"
Before he got an answer to that, though, Rex piped up with another question concerning the writing on the shirt. Harper looked up, having previously ignored the writing, and glanced at the shirt from across the room. When the text registered, Harper's eyes widened a fraction.
"It says 'Will flex for food'..." Harper translated, laughing slightly. It was a shirt an old friend had given him in response to one of Harper's health kicks. He had them periodically, where he would suddenly take avid attention in his health and would devote himself to physical activity. He had muscled up quite a bit during one he had a few years back, which, after a complaint that same friend had made about Harper's lack of good food, had trigged the purchase of this shirt as a gag-gift. He had worn it for a while, ironically, as a workout shirt, though had in recent times quite forgotten its existence.
Re: A Change of Scenery « Reply #11 on Aug 8, 2007, 12:31pm »
"Will flex for food," Rex repeated, then shrugged, pulled his baggy prison shirt over his head, and started to pull the borrowed shirt on. "Yeah, Mom marked my clothes on the tag." he said through the shirt. "Red was one dot, orange was two, yellow was three. Blue was a line and green was two lines. Brown was a triangle. I didn't have much red or orange or yellow though."
His head appeared out of the shirt again and he tucked on the hem, assessing the fit. Harper had a slightly more slender build than him, but it wasn't a bad fit, especially considering the words on the shirt. He gave the jeans in the closet one last speculative once-over and pulled out a pair of cargos that looked as though they might fit just about right.
"I can't tell red and green apart at all," Rex said conversationally, pulling on the jeans. "And I can sort of tell blue and yellows and things but not as well as other people can. At home, Mom was always asking for the bottle of blue cleaner or one of the red apples in the fridge and I'd come back with the wrong one."
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Re: A Change of Scenery « Reply #12 on Aug 16, 2007, 3:58pm »
"I'll have to remember that," Harper commented with a nod. "so I can go back and mark them for you later. How's it fit?" He asked after Rex's head reappeared from the neck of the shirt. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips at the sight of Rex in reference to the words on the shirt. As Rex selected a pair of pants in the place of his prison-issued ones, Harper stepped forward to sweep up the prison shirt now pooled on the floor.
Absently, his hands set about aloofly folding the shirt as he listened to Rex go on about his lack of distinction between certain colors. Briefly, he marveled at how shifters, even those with kindred animal shapes, could vary as they did. While Rex possessed the color blindness coincided with actual canines, Harper had in every essence the emblematic human vision. He even was afflicted with the occasional shortsightedness brought on by too much time squinting at a computer screen, like many individuals today. He also found himself wondering if Rex’s canine-like sight was the only canine-based sense that carried over, though he didn’t question the matter.
Draping the now folded shirt over his forearm, Harper looked up, pausing briefly to shake a rebellious lance of hair off of his brow, and sighed.
"So, are you ready to go then?"
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