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

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[masterofbling]

Spayed. Bitches get spayed.

[Or did you get trannies... Whatever. He always makes sure his girls are on the pill.]

[northless]

Well, I haven't actually gotten any of them spayed or neutered yet.

[...what is this guy.]

[masterofbling]

Then they can't work for me yet. You're a new girl, huh?

[Might as well throw that guess out there. His recruiters were mostly women.]

[northless]

One, I'm a guy. Two, what are you talking about?

[masterofbling]

[Shit. That was a missent text then, wasn't it?]

Never mind. You probably got the wrong number. Don't text me again.

[northless]

[...oh my god you creep. Now he needs to scrub his brain because he has just put two and two together.]

Yeah, okay, sure. [Not going to mention that he isn't actually texting anyone, per se.]