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MCA #3, Wednesday Afternoon
Aug. 21st, 2019 10:10 amFunny thing, Kanan hadn't been by the scrapyard since Saturday. That Saturday. Where he'd been marched there with a death sentence hanging over his head. Which wasn't because he was traumatized by the whole thing. Honest. He was fine. He was completely fine. He'd never been so fine in his whole life.
You could tell he was fine because he kept forcing himself to go out and socialize and do all the things that fine people did! All week so far, even!
...
But today his get up and go had kind of gotten up and went. So he was calling a 'stay home' day. Maybe he'd ask Chop to walk Stance for him. After all, it was finally safe to and the poor pup had been cooped up all summer. He just sort of wanted to hang out in the living room today. Maybe order delivery. See if there was anything good on TV.
Be fine.
[OOC: For she who also lives here, but open for calls/visits!]
You could tell he was fine because he kept forcing himself to go out and socialize and do all the things that fine people did! All week so far, even!
...
But today his get up and go had kind of gotten up and went. So he was calling a 'stay home' day. Maybe he'd ask Chop to walk Stance for him. After all, it was finally safe to and the poor pup had been cooped up all summer. He just sort of wanted to hang out in the living room today. Maybe order delivery. See if there was anything good on TV.
Be fine.
[OOC: For she who also lives here, but open for calls/visits!]
