Turning dogs green

So, Baskerville... Do you really want green fur? I'd like to give it a try. ^_^

So much so you wouldn't believe. *wagwagwagwag*

Right, then, hold still for a bit...

*Sylvie puts a hand on Baskerville's head, the other on his back. The hellhound's fur turns... to grass. With some daisies in between. A pink primrose blooms between his ears.*

o_O That wasn't meant to happen.
It is green, though. Mostly.

*eyes well up* My god, I'm so beautiful.

I RULE! BEST SPELL EVER!

*Baskerville skips around like a big turf lamb, occasionally pausing to scratch. Odd blades of grass are dislodged and float to the pavement.*

*has a gigglefit, but manages to choke out meanwhile* I'm glad you like it.

I think that's about as environmentally aware as a dog can become.

Sebs mate, you aren't jealous are you? I know I'm a pretty clod and all, but there's no need.

What happens if it rains? Will I grow?

Hey, and, and, if I wanted a haircut I could just go to a horse!

Jealous? Not the least in the world, old chum. Merely amused. How much fertiliser do you think that requires to keep it vibrantly green?

I'd worry more about cats digging holes in you.

Don't cats tend to keep to flower beds and such? Birds do like to peck holes into lawns when searching for worms, though.

[Sylvie, meanwhile, is choking between "oh ****, what did I do" and laughing madly because it's so funny.]

*wagwagwagwag - waaaaait*

Cats? Birds I can handle, but - waitWTFfertiliser?

[Suitov: Well, horse grazes dog, horse fertilises dog - there's some pleasing symbiosis.]

Guys... you ever get that "I didn't think this through" feeling?

*whimper* *wheeze*

...

Um, well. Usually my changing spells fade after a few hours, sooooo... *cough*

Sylvie, how are you at pink? Because Weft was mentioning it but he's too shy to ask you.

*thinks he is being sly, but is fooling nobody at all*

*look of utter confusion* Pink?

*look of horror as the grass that replaced Baskerville's fur turns pink*

It's not me I'm not doing anything I have no ideawhatsgoingon! ;_;

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, man.

This clashes with my eyes, doesn't it? Tell me the truth.

's not so bad. *tilts head and looks at Baskerville*

Don't go getting any ideas. I'm ALL man. Well, all dog. Even if anyone told you there was poodle in my ancestry (which by the way I am not at liberty to confirm or deny), I'm no woofter.

That being said, pink LOL! Look, even my paw pads!

Woofter? *confused eartwitch*

Er, uh, never you mind about "woofter". It's just a word that means Weft.

Okay.

...

*moves to scratch Baskerville behind the ear (friendly-like, not with claws!)*

Ooh, weird. *shifts about, though earscratching is always welcome*

My roots aren't showing, are they?

*takes a peek*

I think they're turning out electric blue...

He never did have any class. No class at all.

Although, that primrose...