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Pandora Montgomery ([info]pandacharms) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-06-22 23:49:00

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Entry tags:character: pandora montgomery

Walk in the Park
Who: Pandora and OPEN

What: lounging at the park with a new ‘friend’

Where: the park

When: mid-afternoon

Rating: SFW for now, will change if otherwise.


Dora had taken up a new routine these past couple of weeks. When she’d visited the shelter with Chris, she’d met this guy in passing, but something had kept drawing her back to him again and again. She knew his history, what was known of it, from Rolf; but once he knew she could be trusted alone with him, he’d given her the privacy she’d craved.

They both knew at this point that she would adopt Atticus at some point; it was a matter of when at this point. She needed the confidence of caring for him on her lunch breaks and figuring out that she could do it. She’d never really had a pet, aside from her owls. Especially not a large dog.

A large dog that was currently inching closer and closer to her where she lay on the blanket on the grass, her lunch on her other side. He’d flopped down in the shade with her after their walk, but he’d been slowly oozing closer since she’d flopped back. He whined, low in his throat, and a cold nose found its way under her hand. Dora slitted an eye open, peering over at him. His ears perked up when he saw, and he wiggled a little closer, pushing her hand up on his head.



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