01 [ action/handwritten, notebook paper ]

[northless]

[action]

[Sometime during the night, if anyone is still up and walking about despite all the strange creatures lurking around, they might see a young man carrying a box. It's fairly typical, really--

--wait, is that a puppy poking its head up? Yes. Yes, it is.

Guess who just found a box of puppies in an alleyway and didn't have the heart to leave them there.]

[handwritten, next day in class]

So, just a question: does anyone around here have enough resources to, say, take care of a puppy? Or, you know, does anyone want one at all? I found six of them yesterday, and as much as I'd like to keep them, I don't have enough money or space to feed six dogs. Maybe one, but not six.

If there aren't any takers, I'll take them to the shelter. But I'd like to make sure at least some of them have a place to stay that isn't my apartment, cramped as it is.

Comments

[northless]

Huskies, I'm guessing? They look a little like it, and it's possible someone tried to cover their tracks by dumping them.

[His pen digs into the paper a little as he writes.]

[secondcomingof]

[ The terser text doesn't escape his notice. ]

Solid animals. Very loyal. Good in the cold, and Britain's not exactly known for being a sauna, so it's a decent climate for them.

If you can't find homes after too long a time, I'll take them off your hands. City shelters are always a risky affair.

[northless]

Yeah, they deserve better.

Thanks. It's nice to know there's someone willing.

[secondcomingof]

Hm... I'm curious, though...

Shouldn't you be in class, around this time?

[ Whoops. Busted. ]

[northless]

I am in class. And learning more than I ever wanted to know about various medieval methods of "interrogation".

[secondcomingof]

And talking to a notebook that talks back.

[ Don't forget that part. Casval's letters gain something of a playful curve to them, a scripted flourish, as he writes. ]

Dark Ages a bit too dark for you, I take it?

[northless]

Yeah, it's...a little too dark for my tastes.

[It's a little uncomfortable for him, to listen to all that being discussed so clinically. Especially since he knows exactly how messy medieval execution methods can be.]

[secondcomingof]

[ He's getting that impression, yes. ]

Weak stomach?

[northless]

You could say that.

[secondcomingof]

Steel it, then. I have a feeling there's a bitter road ahead, for both of us.