[Little Fluffy Shithead hustles right on in, Mike trailing behind her. At Will's prompting, he bends down, unsnaps the leash, and gives 'his' dog an awkward pat on the head. The Princess ignores him, making a beeline for the crowd of dogs and raccoons as soon as she's granted her freedom. She stops just short of them, tail still wagging, tongue hanging out of her mouth, gutsy and confident as can be - and ready for the butt sniffing to commence.
God, dogs.
Mike glances at the coat rack and stuffs the leash in his pocket instead.]
No. No problems.
[Don't mind him, just gonna scoot around to the side of Will so there's both a man and a small dog between him and the raccoon squad.]
Oh, this is... for you? Christmas present. Late.
[He hands the package over without taking his eyes off them critters.]
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God, dogs.
Mike glances at the coat rack and stuffs the leash in his pocket instead.]
No. No problems.
[Don't mind him, just gonna scoot around to the side of Will so there's both a man and a small dog between him and the raccoon squad.]
Oh, this is... for you? Christmas present. Late.
[He hands the package over without taking his eyes off them critters.]