Who: Mitch Morgan and Lilly Beaumont What: She's bringing in a dog, he's getting spooked by a familiar face When: Friday evening Where: The animal shelter Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Mitch had never really thought he'd actually be a practicing vet. He'd gotten partway through med school, then he'd dropped out and gone to vet school. After that, he'd wound up largely in research until he'd kind of jumped the gun on publishing something. He wasn't surprised that he'd wound up teaching, had always been a little surprised he hadn't managed to completely ruin his career.
And then after the animal rebellion, it'd been heavy on trying to save the world and light on actually practicing. He'd gotten used to that, and then he'd almost died. He'd never willingly admit it, but there'd been more than a few moments where he wished he had died. Mr. Duncan was a legacy he would always have and didn't want.
But he'd been in Madison Valley long enough to start settling in, to at least try letting go of his issues. And it helped that he had a job he loved. Not quite what he'd done back home, no, but close enough.
He tended to check in with the reception desk staff a couple times a shift, aside from whenever they called for him, which was how he was up front just in time to be there as someone came through the door.