that Poodle trying to buy Mike story part 1

from /roommates/ "Dress up " Edition
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>ding ding ding
>"Coming!"
>Chiclet opened the door and came face to face to a short poodle looking up at her wearing some sort of fancy coat
>"Uh good morning! What brings you here miss?"
>Her visitor snorted at her
>"Are you perhaps OfViceAndFoxes?"
>"Pardon?"
>The poodle sighed in frustration before presenting a piece of paper right up to the chicken's face
>"Is this the correct address as advertised by the website?"
>Chiclet furrowed her brows at what was written, seeing a profile from some website called Up Close And Personal
>From what she read, it did say the apartment number and address
>She now realized who she was referring to
>"Oh! You must be referring to Foxglove. She kind of moved out from this unit a while ago."
>"Then I wasted my time here."
>The poodle turned around and walked away leaving the chicken hanging
>'Rude'
>She was about to close the door until she heard frantic movement inside the vents
>"Darling wait!"
>Something dropped outside the apartment leading her to peek outside
>She saw Foxglove covered in dust kneeling in front the poodle.
>"And who might you be?"
>The dog covered her nose in disgust as the vixen dusted herself off
>"Apologies but I am OfViceAndFoxes. I do sincerely regret for not updating my address."
>Chiclet noted something was off from the fox judging from their posture
>"Very well. Though I expect much compensation from this error when we discuss about it in your abode."
>"By all means darling!"
>Chiclet raised her brow at the event and guessed it must be about Foxglove's fashion brand
>She hopes the snobby poodle doesn't rub off on the poor fox

>The dog entered the vixen's apartment, noting the garish use of fur and pink strewn around
>"May I help you with some beverage darling?"
>"Water is fine for now."
>The poodle waited in the small dining table she heard the hum of the vixen around the kitchen
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>Foxglove carried a tray with two glasses of water
>The fox set the tray on to the table, placing one glass on visitor's side
>"I am surprised to see a client willing to chat with me face to face! Especially with someone venerable reputation as-"
>The poodle raised her finger, prompting Foxglove to stop talking
>She took a sip from the glass before grimacing
>'Tap water'
>She wiped her mouth a napkin and gently folded it to the side
>"I am fully aware of my reputation. I trust this meeting will be private correct?"
>"Yes yes. I aim to maintain anonymity of all my clients when it comes to this type of business."
>"Good."
>The fox then slipped out a manila folder and set it at the center of the table
>The poodle grabbed the folder and opened it, taking out the pictures one-by-one
>"May I ask, why did you want to meet me face to face? You do know that I can just send over the pictures over to the internet?"
>"The last thing I want is some snot-nosed journalist delving into my internet history. Plus I wanted to confirm something from you personally."
>The poodle scanned over the photos of bears, chickens, and rabbits all in unaware yet highly exposed positions
>"However, with something that has happened earlier I won't need any more questions answered."
>One photo piqued her interest.
>"This. This is the one I am looking for."
>She showed the photo to the fox which reacted with a impish grin
>"Oh him~ He is starting to become popular with the other clientele."
>"I wish to buy it."
>The fox raised her brow
>"You wish to buy this photo? It is a sample one and not as risque as my other paid selections."
>The poodle sighed in frustration
>"Not the photo, I wish to buy this one from you."
>Foxglove spat out the water she drank
>The poodle was not amused on having her coat drenched, staring at the vixen newfound irritation
>"Wh-What was that darling? I couldn't hear what you said."
>"I said I wish to purchase Mike Schmidt from you."
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alright I'm back for a bit
thanks for saving the green

>The foxglove was sputtering a hundred words a minute before taking a big breath
>"I-I see. Well I'm not saying no for the offer but-"
>"But?"
>"L-Let's just say that Mi- my model, is a bit busy with his work."
>The poodle raised her brow
>"Busy?"
>"Yes yes! Busy! So busy in fact that he might not be able to do some 'work' while in his nightjob-"
>"I am not asking for his time. I intend to buy him from you. Whatever salary he's getting to stay hereI intend to triple it."
>The fox was silent
>Eyes scrambled across the apartment before focusing on the vent
>Wait that would be rude
>Foxglove knew that it would be unbecoming of her to just take off and escape like any other situation
>Let alone someone as the person right in front of her
>She knew the power the dog wielded in the fashion world
>She thought she was getting a big break to her career
>She thought she got her golden ticket to a higher connection
>But she didn't expect the price would someone she holds dear
>The vixen took a deep breath and said the next few words with conviction
>"Mike Schmidt is not for sale"
>And there was silence
>The poodle held her stare for several seconds until she got up from her chair
>"I see, very well then. I thank you for the -accomodations- but I guess I wasted much of my time here."
>The fox was surprised with how quick the poodle changed her tune
>"Ah. Let me get the door for you then."
>She opened the door for her visitor, to which the latter stopped just outside, not even turning to look at the flighty vixen
> "Foxglove was it? I've heard of your brand."
>"Y-You do?"
>"Yes, though I am quite curious to the fact it hadn't picked up yet by many folks here."
>The fox's stomach turned from what she was about to say
>"A-Ah well you see it is quite hard to get some customers willing to try out new brands."
>"Of course. Sometimes it takes years, maybe even decades to change the tide fashion."
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>Foxglove's eyes furrowed from what the poodle was suggesting
>"Are you saying-"
>Now it was the poodle's turn to act surprised
>She waved off the accusation before giggling
>"That I sabotage my own competition? Perish the thought. In fact I embrace competition."
>"But in all honesty Ms. Foxglove, I do support your humble little brand entering this world."
>She walked away from the fox with a slow stride
>" 'Tis a shame like most new brands, they take so long to bloom that they crumble on their own without help.
>There was a deafening silence until the sound of frantic footsteps could be heard behind the poodle
>"WAIT!"
>She felt claws grab one of her ankles
>The poodle look down and see the vixen pathetically hold on to her
>"I-I can get some- some compromise for you! Just give me a few days and he'll be ready."
>The vixen's smile was shaky, unsure on what she was doing
>"Good. Give me a call when the deal is ready. My card."
>The poodle handed her business card to the fox
>Foxglove let go of the dog's ankles and grabbed the card with her two hands
>The sound of high heels get farther and farther away as she takes a good look at the card
>-Florence Podlam-
>-CEO of the TrueSilk-
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I didn't think this would get popular

>"Hey Chica we're back!"
>Chiclet turned to see Mike, April, and Bonnie from the front door
>"Heya guys! Back from the mall?"
>"Yea, though Bonnie and April wanted to check out the bookstore there."
>Bonnibel zipped past the chicken and immediately went to her room
>April chuckled and set down some of the bags next to the couch
>"She insisted on picking a book for herself and couldn't stop fidgeting on the way home."
>"Really? What did she pick?"
>"Sherlock Holmes." The rabbit answered
>Mike had some idle thoughts about how classic literature would be affected with talking animals
>Nonetheless he sat on the couch to rest his feet when he turned his head to the empty kitchen
>"Hey where is Freddy? I kinda wanted to ask him if he could cook some early dinner for my shift tonight."
>The chicken continued to shift the channels on the tv while the yellow rabbit moved to her own room
>"He's still in his room. Heard some loud noises in there and thought its probably his 'L'inspiration' moments."
>Said bear could be heard shouting something in his room.
>Mike thought he could talk to the bear later when he's done
>"Oh! Mike you should've seen what happened earlier this morning."
>"What is it?"
>"I met this really pompous poodle. She was like, the epitome of rich snobbery."
>The chicken emphasized that last point with a british accent, which made the ape chuckle
>"Really?"
>"Yeah, but apparently she was looking for Foxglove earlier. I guess she is starting to move up in the world."
>He did remember the various moments were Mangle would go on and on about her clothesline during dinner
>And the times she would beg him to try out some experimental (and risque) clothing
>"Guess we should root for her then."
>"Ooh how about a small celebration! We could have Freddy bake a cake for the fox."
>"I think you're just more cake ever since he decided to get some lessons from Chichi."
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>Chica poked Mike's stomach with a grin
>"Right, like you wouldn't pass up the opportunity."
>Mike playfully swatted her wing away before they heard the doorbell ring
>"I'll get it."
>The hairless ape got up and opened the front door
>Only to see Marion with his arms crossed and Foxglove in the only occasion he'd seen her nervous and flighty
>"Uh Marion? What's up?"
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/roommates/ - "Goose time": Edition
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Been a long time for this continuation but here we go

>Mike had to shake his head on what he is hearing right now.
>"I'm sorry Marion, run by that me again?"
>The masked figure fixed his glasses
>"Apparently Ms. Foxglove invited me and you to a meeting with someone named Ms. Podlam at TrueSilk."
>Mike turned to Mangle who had a nervous look on her face
>"I-It's something very important Chica, something I waited my whole life for. And well I need you to be with me on this."
>This is too much information going on in his head
>"Okay but why me specifically?" the human asked
>Mangle seemed to stress out at the thought of the human denying the offer
>"Please Mike! I just need you to go with me on this meeting. Marion is just there for 'official purposes'" paws clasped as Mangle closed her eyes
>Now it's the puppet's turn to be confused
>Even the human is surprised that she used his name during the outburst
>Mike just decided to cut the source of the problem and agree with the errand
>"Alright fine. Just us to go with at this TrueSocks-"
>"-TrueSilk"
>"TrueSilk, and just that?"
>Mangle quickly nodded though there is still the unsure look in her eyes
>"Ok, Marion do we uh- know where we're going?"
>Before Marion could talk, Mangle cut in
>"Don't worry about that Freddy, we already have a ride there."
>Foxglove guides the two to a limo already sitting on the driveway
>It looked WAY too fancy to be an ordinary limo
>It had puffs of pink cotton dotting the vehicle that would make any parade float feel naked
>"Come come! We must hurry."
>Foxglove wasted no time getting in the vehicle and beckoning the two boys to follow her lead
>Mike thinks this whole day just got interesting

>He never was a fan of the big city.
>Too many people, loud vehicles, and imposing skyscrapes that just made him feel small
>So seeing the limo get into the heart of the city just felt like entering another world
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>Heh, as if it was his first time experiencing that
>Though seeing all sorts of anthros made him feel excited
>He was used to bears, chickens, dogs, etc. like the folks back at town
>But here it feels like going into a zoo (no offense)
>Peacocks, giraffes, zebras, heck even large komodo dragons moving in packs like they're late for work
>There are some that felt out of place though, like a large stretchy woman directing kids through a field trip, some blob cleaning the streets, heck even a sock puppet in a large tv presenting a new show.
>"Hey Mike."
>He turned to his only other fish out of water companion Marion
>"So uh, you have any clue on what we're doing."
>Mike shook his head
>"No idea."
>Marion wiped his glasses
>"Same. But I am kind of excited on being included for once. Even if it's something I don't know about."
>"Well get used to it."
>Mike didn't mean to put some meaning in those words
>Last time he got involved into something he wasn't supposed to, he nearly lost his arm
>"Bonnie, I need a opinion on this, is my make up good?"
>He turned to his other OTHER companion and found himself facing a fox that's just ready to burst with anxiety
>A face full of runny makeup that made Mangle's usual look feel like light decor
>"I-It's nice. I think you feel wonderful."
>Mangle closes the hand-mirror while looking sheepish
>"Of course I do darling, I'm just... happy that this is finally happening."
>He wanted to inquire about that
>"Uh Mangle, who's Podlam?"
>That put the fox into a stand still
>Claws grap Mike's shirt and pulled him closer
>"Only the most prestigious, glamorous, most high level fashion designer in all of the world!"
>The fox lets go of the ape and starts daydreaming
>"She practically revolutionized western fashion, no FASHION as a whole. She is practically a GOD in the designer industry."
>Reverence turns to fear in Foxglove's face
>"Which is why I have to- no, MUST make myself and my work presentable for today!"
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>Mike just sat up from the carpet floor after being let go by the fox
>"Th-That's nice. So if she likes your work you get to be famous."
>"Not just famous Foxy!"
>Mangle looked on with joy in her eyes
>"I'll be a part of the new waves of fashion designers that will follow her footsteps and turn clothes today into artistry tomorrow!"
>While Mike is happy that Mangle is getting to fulfill her dream, he had a gut feeling that something is wrong in this situation
>Like why bring him and Marion?
>Soon enough they stop by a tall, abstract building that stood out from the rest
>It's zigzag structure coupled with the front being decorated with hedges shaped with clothing and multiple figures posing feels that this is the place
>"We're here."
>The silent doberman driver suddenly barked out
>All three of you get out of the car and look up the imposing structure
>Mangle takes a deep breath
>"Well gentlemen, let's get inside."
>Her voice doesn't inspire confidence in Mike
>Getting inside the building they were greeted in a sight unlike any other
>Various groups wearing odd and bizarre getups that Mike could mistake as aliens
>Animals and other creatures talking amongst each other, some taking a look at Mike and Marion before resuming their conversation
>It's oddly comforting that the hairless ape isn't the weirdest looking feller in the room
>In any case as they were following Mangle, he saw many pictures portraying a poodle in various poses
>Some elegant, some eye-catching
>Some very risque...
>In fact he's pretty sure that last one she is just naked-
>He felt Marion bump into him
>"Ah! Sorry Mike just uh, got a little distracted."
>Judging by his blushing face and the way he fixed his glasses, he could tell the puppet was caught up with the view
>"Psst! You two please follow closer! I can't afford to be goofing off."
>Mike scratched the back of his head
>"Sorry Mangle, it's just with you being this high strung, it couldn't be that bad meeting your idol can it?
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>As if on cue, the elevator opens up to a greyhound crying her make-up riddled eyes out while holding a bunch of clothes
>"I AM NOTHING! NOTHING! ALL MY WORK IS WASTED YEARS OF NOTHING!"
>The canine ran towards the exit while dropping lots of discarded clothes
>The nearby janitor just picked them up and threw them in the waste bin
>Foxglove is starting hyperventilate

Gonna stop there for tonight