Re: Third Floor Landing
Stella brought the dog. She wasn't entirely sure why she'd brought the dog, nor was she sure that the dog was at all interested in being brought--in coming along--but she didn't want to go alone. The dog, recently christened Krypto, was a young but sad specimen of a mutt. She had muddy brown-white fur short to her body, a very pink tongue, one bad eye that made her tip her head and a much-torn and scarred ear. She didn't make the kind of happy sounds that most dogs made, and she growled at almost everything, but she hadn't bitten nor tried to bite Stella, who was presently trying to buy her trust with a great deal of things that weren't good for her, like steak.
The dog had an incongruously bright pink collar with a silver bow charm on it, and it rattled as Stella mounted the stairs. She had the night off, and she was wearing a shirt that was confused about whether it wanted to be green or gold and jeans. With her poof of red hair and no make up, she made up for the dog's warning growl with a bright smile at the hottie standing on the landing. "Hi! You get a note too?"