Audrey Jensen (fknaudrey) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-09 14:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, hank anderson |
WHO: Audrey Jensen & Hank Anderson
WHAT: Walking the Doggo
WHEN: Early-ish this morning?
WHERE: Outside
STATUS: Complete
WARNINGS: Discussion of the Lakewood drama (murder, etc)
A sort of routine had started to settle into place in the almost-month that Audrey had been here. It wasn't the exact same path every morning, but it was similar enough that if people wanted to find her they could usually catch her in the "making coffee" stage or the "gym/dance room" stage. In-between the two she liked to wander outside for a couple hours - watching the sunrise, listening to the sounds of wild animals, maybe finding a cool rock. She'd found a couple cool rocks. There was also a little fallen log at the edge of the forest that was the perfect place to sit and finish her coffee in total peace and quiet and maybe make a nice bug friend in the process. The only thing that could really make it better was, well, not really someone else, because - as Satre said - hell is other people, but something else. A nice dog to keep her safe and fetch a stick when she threw it. Who'd lay down next to her and dig up bugs or fight leaves or just do dog stuff. Her father had never let her have pets because blah blah animal hair or whatever. But that just made her love everyone else's dogs more. She was starting to feel like she and Lucky had a real connection. That dog was an old soul. He just understood. And then there was Sumo, who was the biggest, sweetest baby she'd ever met. The only thing this place really needed was more dogs. Then she'd be happy. She'd been sitting on her log thinking about exactly that when the sound of a deep boof rang out nearby. Audrey whipped her head to the side, wide-eyed, and whispered a soft "Oh shit, did I manifest that?" But the dog who plowed through the underbrush wasn't an unfamiliar dog, who had magically appeared just for her, but rather a very familiar dog. Audrey flicked the top down on her coffee cup and set it on the ground as she rolled off the log and went down on her knees to greet Sumo. "Hey there, sweet boy! Did you lose Hank? Did Timmy fall down the well again?" Okay, wrong dog breed. It was fine. She rubbed his big fluffy head and scratched behind his ears, then buried her face against his neck for a moment to give him a nice, warm squeeze. "Alright, come on," she said and picked up her coffee. "Let's go find Hank before you get us both in trouble, yeah?" Even standing she could still scritch the top of Sumo's head, but she let him lead the way back to Hank, laughing softly at the enthusiasm that only dogs possessed. |