[ She was prepared to find him sloppily stumbling over some trash can or passed out ass-up on the side of the street, as the hammered are wont to do, and she planned to be accordingly disgruntled and head-shaky over the poor state of him. What she finds instead is Eustace openly doting on the dogs. It's a surprisingly warm scene, where he's involved, but what's more surprising is the ease with which her mild annoyance melts into a soft buzz of fondness.
Not that that will stop her from bending over him to pinch the very tips of his ears and give them a little upward tug. ]
Hey. You.
[ You would think she would have gotten around to addressing him by his actual name by now, but no. ]
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Not that that will stop her from bending over him to pinch the very tips of his ears and give them a little upward tug. ]
Hey. You.
[ You would think she would have gotten around to addressing him by his actual name by now, but no. ]