[Mike feels hella weird about it, but he does show up an hour later, a box in one hand and a leash in the other. He's dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans and sporting a new-ish haircut, one of those longer buzzcuts.
Mike slinks meekly up to the front door, all sorts of uncertain about his being here. At Will's house. Where Will lives. Where Will's family lives. Where Will's dogs live. This is just wrong, man.
Little Fluffy Shithead gives no shits about any of that, though. She investigates her new surroundings with vigor, straining at the end of the leash, tail up, ears perked. All the things must be sniffed, some things must be pawed at, and something waaay over there must be told off with loud small dog barking.
BARK BARK BARK. YOU OVER THERE. YEAH YOU. COME OVER HERE. I'LL FUCK YOU UP. BARK BARK BARK.
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[Mike feels hella weird about it, but he does show up an hour later, a box in one hand and a leash in the other. He's dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans and sporting a new-ish haircut, one of those longer buzzcuts.
Mike slinks meekly up to the front door, all sorts of uncertain about his being here. At Will's house. Where Will lives. Where Will's family lives. Where Will's dogs live. This is just wrong, man.
Little Fluffy Shithead gives no shits about any of that, though. She investigates her new surroundings with vigor, straining at the end of the leash, tail up, ears perked. All the things must be sniffed, some things must be pawed at, and something waaay over there must be told off with loud small dog barking.
BARK BARK BARK. YOU OVER THERE. YEAH YOU. COME OVER HERE. I'LL FUCK YOU UP. BARK BARK BARK.
Mike just shuts his eyes and knocks on the door.]