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[2015-09-20 21:01:19 +0000 UTC]
"liar liar"
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get on daddy's lap and let me punish you~
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you're gonna have to...................... work for it................................. nya..
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( // a disappointed mother sigh rings its way out of his mouth. )
" what- "
( // slaps away his hands when they start tugging at his disguise. )
" no it's not fucked up. "
( // deadpans, )
" no. now go away. "
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" fuck you let me see "
" let me SEE "
[ screechy voice
[ twitches a little; getting worked up
[ what a brat
[ he crosses his arms and refuses to move from the man's lap.
[ then, he starts trying to pry his fingers underneath the white mask,
grunting in concentration. it's on there tight.
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" stop toby- your hands are fucking dirty. "
( // grumbles, trying to maneuver himself so the other couldn't grapple for it but it's nearly impossible. )
" uGh "
( // tim swats his hands away, swearing when he feels stubby nails drag into the skin under the disguise. )
" toby quit it you're gonna break it- "
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[ leaning further on tim's legs, he pulls at the mask, his fingers dully throbbing from the force he's putting into it.
"do you have this fucking g-glued to your face??"
"take it off!!!!!"
[ screams and angrily lets go of the mask, sliding down his own mouth guard and biting at the white material with his sharp little teeth
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" w h y "
( // he shoves toby away, and lets out a defeated sigh. )
" fine holy shit, "
( // he lifts his hands and gently unties the tight knot pressed against his hair, the tie falling. )
( // tim lifts the disguise from his face and rests it on the couch. )
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[ even when shoved off, toby returns to his lap
[ he's like an overbearing dog.
[ his eyes are a little awestruck as he takes in tim's appearance for the first time.
[ his mouth gapes a little, his uncovered scar still disgusting and infected as ever
[ but there's genuine surprise behind his eyes when he finds tim's face unscarred and perfect
"why cover it up?"
"if you dont have a reason to??"
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" ... "
( // shuffles backwards, rubbing awkwardly at one of his arms. )
( // there's a light shade of pink dusting his face at the other's reaction. )
" i just kinda... do. i guess."
" it's not, uh, such a big deal... are you satisfied now? "
( // he's already trying to grab the mask again, holding it in his grasp cautiously. )
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[ toby grabs hold of tim's arms and presses them down
[ his face is slightly red, and his body is quivering
[ he dips forwards and presses his scarred lips against tim's, readjusting on his lap gently
[ as he does so, his body twitches nervously; a reaction to the stimulus
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" wha?- "
( // tim lets out a loose breath of surprise when he feels the other's lips press against his own. )
( // he's momentarily stunned at the action, not exactly expecting this course of actions. )
( // tim doesn't kiss back for a moment, only lightly brushing his fingers cautiously on toby's hips. )
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[ loud SCREECHING
[ runs straight at him from down the bare-lit street, holding something in his hands
[ nears him and slows down a bit, only to slap a big ball of dog shit in his face
[ falls and skids on the pavement but gets right back up and makes a fucking break for it
"LATER GRANDPA"
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( // he's so glad he has the mask on rn 
" nO "
( // swings it off, snapping his line of sight over to toby )
( // tim just lets the mask fall from his hands as he races after the other. )
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[ toby is fast on his feet, and is thoroughly enjoying the adrenaline he's getting
[ he whoops a little, dashing into the park forest and dangerously dodging trees
[ then he smacks straight into one, the bark leaving an imprint in his head
[ oh, of course, he felt that, but when he fell earlier, nothing. of course.
[ when he opens his eyes, he sees an unfamiliar face glaring down at him
" ?? "
" who the fuck "
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[ it's been a while since he had been... assigned.
[ he takes great pleasure in his little "projects",
especially when they allow him to prove his superiority over the others.
[ a carving knife in his back pocket, he perches himself in a lively oak near the motel where his little friend has been staying abnormally long.
[ it only makes his job easier. following a car far from the park was all but a task.
and the smell of gasoline made his head pound harder then it already did.
[ licking his lips, or what was mostly left of them, eagerly, he plucks at the few strings of skin connecting his lower and upper jaws idly, tilting his head animalistically to the side and dragging his knifetip sullenly across the window's outer edge
[ it's a crude draw-out technique. but maybe poor timothy would just regard it's noise to the wind or the branch against the window
[ just to make certain this isn't the case..
[ he slams his fist into the outside glass, making spiderweb cracks appear in it's partially-reflective surface
[ that would sure wake the sorry fuck up.
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( // tim's quiet. snoring softly as his fingers were curled lightly to the thinly woven quilt, the motel's standards on blankets low. )
( // he shifts a bit to his side, curled. the constant prodding at the window makes one of his eyes lazily creak open to hear itching at the back of the motel room and the melancholy tune of earthy crickets. )
( // he's about to lure himself back into slumber but tim jerks abruptly up in his bed when there's a booming shatter and patter of glass shards falling to the shaggy carpet of his occupation. )
" what the fuck-!? "
( // his adrenaline's pumping excessively in his veins, and tim's pretty sure his blood pressure has sky-rocketed. )
( // tim scrambles to the headboard of the bed, and his fingers clumsily grasp the pocket-knife he had laid languidly on the night-stand. flicking the small weapon open, he pointed it shakily at the other, eyes narrowed. )
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[ blood drools thickly down from his split and torn knuckles and he giggles a little, the noise breathy and distorted.
[ his vision adjusts to the darkness quickly, targeting tim in the corner of the room with his wide eyes.
[ he stumbles forwards, his motor skills deteriorated from having sat on his feet for nearly four hours, waiting for tim to fall asleep
[ now quiet, he lets tim cower a little. jeff has always been one who enjoyed a little fun with his food.
[ no dinner tonight, though. attacking him, at least with enough force to kill him, would be unwise.
[ he's reminded of this by a loud ringing in his ears. a warning.
[ jeffrey reminds himself through a static filled mind that he's here to retrieve the prey, nothing more.
[ a small movement of his hand is all he uses, going to grab the man by the shirt.
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( // there's ghostly white skin, as if bed-ridden walked. the carving on his face making tim's stomach churn, gag reflex instinctively dancing. he shifts, feeling sweat begin to form on his palms and force him to readjust his trembling grasp on the pocket-knife, the blade firmly grasped between his calloused hands. )
" get the fuck out! "
( // his optics snap to jeff's reaching hand and the weapon in his grip lunges forward and snags into the appendage as a warning. the steel sliced across the other's hand, sanguine now staining its once-glossy silver. )
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[ jeff flinches and lets a cut off yowl loose from his vocal chords;
he wasn't expecting that. he could usually withstand pain but that hurt.
[ snarling, he grabs tim's wrist, the one with the weapon in hand, and twists it back, enjoying
the sound of the tendons snapping. he keeps pulling and pulling at it, but doesn't let it break.
[ he finally forces it behind tim's back and shoves the man down on his face and triumphantly sits upon his back
" make me. "
[ the voice is wheezy, and sounds like death. it's cold and raspy but completely coherent.
[ jeffrey smiles, turning the scarred undersides of the rifts in his face up painfully
[ they still hurt.
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( // tim grunts when spindly fingers coil around his wrist, and his free appendage was beginning to rear over and punch jeff but it's quick to abruptly halt when a combustion flame of raw pain singes in his hand. )
( // he lets out an animalisitic noise, trying to draw the wounded hand feverishly to no avail, but it doesn't legitimately matter once its pressed behind his spine and gravity anchors to his stomach, face slamming into the mattress. )
( // tim squirms wildly under jeff, a keening noise of agony emitting from his lips when his busted hand is shoved harshly into the dip of his back. tim bucks, the tops of his toes pressed onto the bed and attempting to gain any leverage in the situation. )
( // his teeth gritted against each-other, a loose shiver running through him at the sound of the other's voice. what did he even want-? tim bit back a sarcastic snipping response of saying he was living off of a five-dollar bill. )
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[ jeffrey leans over and grabs tim's other arm, bringing both appendages together
behind his back and binding them together.
[ he's all but gentle. not that it mattered to him.
[ though he considers it, he doesn't bother with tim's legs, his hands are more important to keep still.
[ he pulls the kitchen knife out of his back pocket silently and filps tim over on his back, further
hindering his movement by trapping his hands underneath him.
[ smiling wider, he runs the tip of the knife up and through tim's cheek, slicing a thin red cut.
[ the blood that pools from it make him excited. he loves this part.
[ however, the insistent ringing in his ears returns.. and he frowns, and sharply hits one side of his head,
as if trying to dislodge water from his ear.
[ after a while, it ebbs off, and he continues on with his torturous intentions.
[ he uses the blade of the knife to pop the buttons on tim's shirt off, and slides the clothing away to reveal
his bare chest.
" you're not going to like what i do to you, timothy "
" not one bit. "
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do you know what you're gonna get?
--> ( she's referring to the tattoo book they've flipped through multiple times - the change of her vessel resulted in the loss of her tattoo sleeve, meaning she'll have to start all over again )
--> ( it took some persuading, but they'll be getting one together )
we aren't in any hurry - im just curious.
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" i don't know. "
" maybe a heart with 'mom' on it. "
( // he's joking, of course, still scanning the pages with illustrations drawn on them. )
" i probably get something really boring, simple, and really quick to do. because i don't really like needles. "
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pfft - that's great.
sounds like something i would have gotten at a drunk office party -- maybe i did.
--> ( she stops for a second, laughing at the thought )
--> ( there's a nod at his reply )
i see.
i dont like them all that much - kinda do though, yikes.
hmm.. i'm thinking of getting the name 'tower' on my shoulder - but i dont know how i want it.
what do you think?
--> ( she doesn't want to ruin their light chat with the reasoning, but she'll go into it if she hasnt already )
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" we'll never know. "
( // he shrugs, a small smile dancing at his features before fading to a contemplating face. )
" sounds nice. s'probably got some weird meaning behind it than only you know, i guess. "
" y'know, you can go ahead and get your tattoo. i'll just be here- it'll probably take a bit for me too choose anyway. "
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--> ( there's a small shrug, figuring she could give some small description )
i was engaged to a tower once - tower vargas.
won't go too deep into it.
--> ( she rises to her feet, stretching and taking another glance to the book )
perhaps i could make a suggestion?
--> ( she grins, making it clear she has some joke or something about it )
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" oh. "
" guess that's a story for another day, huh? "
( // his head perks from the illustrations, an eye-brow arched. )
" uh sure. shoot. "
( // a small smile is curling onto his features. )
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i'd say so.
indeed, another time - if at all.
--> ( there's a pause before she speaks again )
--> ( brushes her fingers against the binder, pointing to a specific design -- an anchor )
let's get matching anchors.
and do you know why i suggest such?
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" an... anchor. "
" isn't that what those basic girls get? "
( // there's sour features on his face but he quickly wipes it off. )
" why? "
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perhaps.. i wouldn't know that.
try asking a basic white girl -- like jay.
--> ( there's a teasing tone, hand pulling back and dropping to her side )
so our friendship never sails away.
--> ( she's grinning, tip of her tongue resting between her teeth in a playful manner )
--> ( its something she always does )
nah - unless you want.
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" that's so mean. "" stop bullying jay i'm starting a petition for this "
( // a light chuckle follow the ends of his sentence, turning another page and mentally grimacing when he's realized he is at the end of the book. )
" oh my god no "
( // the grip on the tattoo suggestions tightens, a shaky smile dancing on his lips from the pun. )
( // once calmed down, he looks up and shrugs. )
" uh. don't know. "
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[ text ] on a scale of 'if my parents saw me today' to 'if kid me saw who i became today' how disappointed would you be if i said i got another puppy
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[ text ] my mom when she gave birth to me
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[ text ] damn that much?
[ text ] guess you dont wanna see jonas
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" .. tim? "
the forest was always in the back of her mind - never been there with them nor in general, but she heard enough about it to know the layout like the back of her hand. she doubted that it was truly as bad as her friends (were they at this point?) had insisted, but to make her own opinion, she knew she would have to go there herself, as unappealing as it sounded the more she thought about it - considering her only breaks were at night, this was a pretty bad decision, and that was something she knew.
she sar in her car for god know's how long, scrambling to pack anything she could possibly need in her messenger bag if she got lost or was in trouble. it didn't take long for her to journey in a little too far, the ache in her feet quick to fade when she noticed someone in the distance. the body, the hair - it all fit. but nothing else did -- why would tim be here, especially at this tim of night? she couldnt see him from the front, but she was positive that it had to be him.
" hey, tim! monsieur! " she shifted the strap of her bag, jogging down the path towards the figure not too far away. " wait up! "
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it was quiet in rosswood.
a tranquility of the dead silence, all other noises being the cricket's melancholy chirping, the swaying of leaves, and wild critters scattering across crumbling foliage and fallen autumn leaves. tim lets the nature's soothing ballad bask over him, a small sigh released from his lips. his hand brushes faintly across the mask he bore, fingers feeling the smooth disguise. in this realm, he is superior. familiar to surroundings, anchored to the area and feeling as if it were finally a home. he walks around, quietly. craning his head over to where a squirrel skittered under a bush, its tail shooting up in fear at a looming presence before doing so. tim watches it scamper, serene with standing in a small clearing.
but it's broken, shattered when he hears a feminine voice calling out. tim's head perks, dark optics snapping over to maiko before turning around slowly to face her. the porcelain mask's painted lips were curled upwards in a jester-smile, ebony sockets showing no emotion to her arrival and greeting. tim doesn't answer her address, still cynically stationary and not batting a lash.
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her hand extended for his shoulder, quickly retracting when he turned to stare at her. the flashlight slipped from her hand, surprise caught in her throat at the sight of the mask. it creeped her out, a lot, but she won't say something to that extent. she stepped back, stray twigs and leaves snapping beneath the heel of her shoe - the stray noise startled her, a small gasp elicited, eyes worridly darting in each direction. she wasn't sure what to say, her mind pretty much blank beside a ton of question marks.
" .. tim? what are you - what are you wearing? "
slender fingers unfurled from a subconscious fist, slowly extending to glide her nails over the porcelain. the memory of jay in a skull mask sends a shiver down her spine, a metallic taste tainting her mouth at the recollection. she doesn't let them linger, pulling back and looking to the flashlight a few feet from where they stood. ' i should probably get that ', she thought, but only gazed for a few seconds and didn't act upon it. the idea of turning her back to tim sounds even dumber than exploring a forest at night, she doesn't trust him like this. if it was some prank, she didn't find it funny.
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he's un-moving, a statue-like figure as he watches maiko drop the flash-light. the reverberating sound seems to snap him back into flourished reality, his head slowly swaying down to the rolling device, its illumination shining on a gnarled red-wood instead of the masked man. dark pupils rolled over to a cracked branch, some animal must have sprinted over it. tim's lips curl under the mask, looking back over to the reaper. the concealed mask is staring intently at her, as if tracking her every movements. it's unsure though, sable sullen sockets and a bemused expression permanently depicted over the mannequin features were too distracting from the irises following her.
tim takes a step back-wards when the reaper established contact, not making an effort to stop it because she's already rearing away. tim waits until she's eyeing him warily before raising his hands and tapping where his fore-head should be before beginning to contort his fingers into various shapes, signing to her instead of actually speaking.
" do you see what i see "
" i see a jay-bird dying "
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her back had yet to turn from him, instead the reaper took to kneeling and shifting until her digits brush over the metal flashlight. she was quick to spring to her feet, wobbling for a second before her balance was regained. she aimed the light towards his face, trying to spot his features beneath the barrier. it takes her by surprise when he began to sign, everything processing after a few seconds. she has to position herself awkwardly, subconsciously making the blunder of signing her reply in partial french.
' jay bird? '
' you see a jay-bird dying - did you hurt jay? '
she looked nervous, a sudden worry almost palpable in the air - her promise of not turning her back to him is thrown out the window when she turns in each direction, looking around and scanning the area. the somewhat silence is helpful, allows her the chance to listen to the end of any conflict she possibly interrupted. the pace of her heart and breath begins to increase, the air feeling a little warmer than moments previous - she won't hesitate to hurt him again if he hurt jay, that should be clear. she swivels back to him, leaning towards his face.
" what are you talking about, tim? "
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tim squints at the radiance flashing over his mask, blinking rapidly to block out the sharp illumination flooding his gaze and there's relief when she directs the flash-light elsewhere. he could hardly see her signs from behind the disguise, but it's manageable to make them out, even in the dark scenery of rosswood's thick overgrowth. his hands lift back up, signing instantaneously in response.
" i see flickers. "
" do not hurt the lamented messiah "
his fingers curl into tightly wrung fists, gears having turned too much inside of his mind. he had control over this situation- pull the puppet strings that were not his own. the lines running down his fingers and manipulating dolls of seldom was not his job but another's. tim let competence run over his system as soot-stained hands grabbed maiko's wrist and sunk into the paler skin when she draws forward and the other appendage slams right into her face.
tim signs again, hardly visible for the other.
" watch the jay-bird flutter off "
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she tenses in his grasp, rearing her arm slightly in attempt to free her wrist. " stop that! release me, tim! " in that moment, she was scared, even terrified of the male before her. this wasn't the tim she knew and at one point loved, this was something she had never witnessed - and when his fist slammed into her cheek, it took a second for her to witness anything else. she processed it, staring at the ground before she slowly looked back to him - her eyes are wide, 'deer in the headlights' eyes that were filled with confusion and fear and a pain that was both physical and emotional.
" tim, you -- "
she stopped, shaky hands raising to reluctantly sign for him.
' t-i-m. you hit me '
' i didn't think you would do that '
' you need to start making sense - and that's coming from someone who never does '
her hand moves to her cheek, rubbing at red skin and resulting in a wince from the reaper. she couldn't believe it, even still - it made her think back to a conversation with jay, he had asked her why he stuck with people who had hurt him. the scar beneath her cheekbone suddenly aches, and she immediately wants to leave.
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tim takes a step back-wards, shaking his fist and uncurling his fingers to stretch them, hearing the strained knuckles pop. there's no pang of pity when she rubs uneasily at the blossoming mark on her cheek, nails cautiously cradling the contusion. the mask stares back at her bugged eyes, unaffected by her reaction other than shifting of his feet and readjusting his looming posture. the crickets chirp in tune with his raspy breathing behind the disguise, leaves fluttering down and to the clearing they both stood in. it's nature in its finest moments of night- heavy ebony spread across the sky like a blanket with no stars shining visibly in its presence. gnarled red-woods towering above them and their contorted, gangling branches reaching desperately for them.
he suddenly lifts a single hand and grabs the outer region of his porcelain mask, and pulls it up only a small fraction just to reveal his mouth. a sly grin dances on his features, a finger raised to indicate a 'shh' noise before tugging it back on below his chin.
" we stand in the woods. let us bask in its beauty in silence. "
" the man will be coming soon. "
his signing's sluggish, slurred as if he had just been taught it, but it's readable for the other.
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do you like dogs?
--> ( she's holding something out of view iM )
--> ( she found a puppy and she's keeping it without a doubt )
--> ( that happens a lot when she finds a pet, really )
im totally just wondering - totally not wanting you to see the sunshine i found.
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" uh i've never really had an opinion on them. "
( // he's quietly flipping through a book, thickly-rimmed glasses tipped over the bridge of his nose. )
" why do you ask?- maiko, don't tell me- "
( // tim cranes his head towards the reaper's direction, suspiciously eyeing her and his theory being confirmed when a tail flashes eagerly into view. )
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you'll learn to like them.
--> ( it's a teasing statement - a bark from behind her back resulting in a nervous chuckle )
don't tell you what?
i have abso - absolutely no idea what you're talking about!
--> ( another yap elicits a sigh of defeat, hands moving and holding out a husky puppy )
his name is dandy and when you put him in a sweater he cant walk. he just falls all over the place.
but otherwise he -- !!
--> ( it jumped from her hands, aiming for tim's life )
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( // he wasn't surprised, but the seeing the canine wiggling wildly in her arms made him momentarily stunned. )
" i knew it. "
( // tim sets his book quietly down, eyeing the husky pup yap and squirm in the reaper's grasp. )
" where did you even- "
( // a surprised shout is forcefully elicited from his mouth when it lunges for him, and tim's hands dart forward and press into its sides, swearing when he feels its slobbery tongue lap over his face. )
" get it off-! "
( // he tears it from his face, glasses crooked and saliva drooling down his cheek. )
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you say that like you would expect anything else from me.
--> ( she's scrambling to get the puppy, but something in her bag is moving around and pulls her to the floor )
--> ( she flap is open, another dog running out and around the room )
--> ( she's quiet for a few seconds, rather flustered )
.. i can explain why i have a puppy in my bag.
--> ( she doesn't say it yet - like she has to think about something )
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" well, i don't know. kinda surprising- "
( // his fingers snag in the husky's choppy fur, hearing it growl playfully before dancing all around his lap before trying to aim for his face again. )
( // tim grapples for the pup, trying to lower its optimistic head. )
( // he audibly groans when he sees the other pooch bolt around the space of the living-room. )
" then please do. "
( // sarcasm drips heavily from his tone. )
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--> ( she stumbles to her feet, wobbling before she began to chase after the new dog - a pug )
--> ( another slips out from the bag, jumping up on the couch )
--> ( she clearly has a problem )
i like dogs - a lot.
i wont take them to a shelter because i could be taking care of them, and my coworkers dont share my excitement.
--> ( the one she's trying to catch leaps to join the others, eager yaps echoing throughout the room as she panted )
.. i havent named the pug and the golden retriever, though..
please dont get mad at all the dogs on you
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