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jackbeimpish‌:

It was hard to compose his face into something resembling contrition when what he really wanted to do was laugh, but he gave it his best effort. “I know! I came to apologize for the extra work I put you through.” His expression cracked, and a chuckle slipped out. No matter what people said, the furry tide of freed dogs had been something to see. “I’m sorry. Here, I brought cookies. And these ones are for the dogs.” He offered her the boxes. He hadn’t turned around and left like she asked, but he hadn’t tried to move any further into the room either. Which was difficult because dodging human blockades was one of his favorite things.

“Oh did you now? Somehow I find that very hard to believe,” she admitted, her arms remaining crossed as she continued glaring at him. That glare only deepened when he laughed, her frustration nearly causing her to growl. At his offer, she squinted at the boxes, weighing the possibility of it being some elaborate prank before stepping to the side. “You can leave them on the desk,” she decided. At least then, her hands would still be free to grab him, if necessary. “You’re lucky all of the dogs either didn’t go far or came back within a few hours. Anything could have happened to them out there. I know it’s not perfect here, but at least they have a roof over their head and someone to care for and feed them.”

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jackbeimpish‌:

Jack had zero expectations of being welcomed back at the animal shelter after the stunt he’d pulled the last time he was there. It had been explained to him in no uncertain terms that the shelter was a help to the animals in town. While he wasn’t sure he bought the idea that caging anything was a good idea, he did feel bad about the extra trouble he’d caused Annie. He’d stopped at the bakery for a chat with Anya and to pick up a box of baked things for her, and another of treats for the dogs. They were piled one atop the other in his arms as he stepped through the door, and he sent her a sunny smile. “Hello again.”

When she straightened her glasses and saw exactly who had come into the shelter, her smile dropped, her eyes squinting at him. “Nope. You turn around right now mister. I am far too tired and too busy today to try to wrangle the dogs back into their pens,” she insisted, walking around the desk with her arms crossed and standing in his path so he couldn’t get too far inside. “Your lucky my brother came and helped me.”

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As much as she worried about families taking in pets during the holidays, only to regret it later, Annie’s job at the shelter was to find as many homes for the animals in her care as possible. The closer it got to Christmas, the more people came to the shelter, which had left her very busy. She had just gotten back to her desk after feeding all of the creatures when the bell indicated a new visitor. “Hi there. Welcome to Fableton Animal Shelter. What can I help you with today?”

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jack-osborne‌:

He’d been in Fableton for some time now, and one of the things he’d come to realize about himself was that he breathed a little easier when Halloween was over. He knew Shock loved the day, and loved the concepts outside of the actual day, but he didn’t. He liked it when he could trust what he was seeing.

So, he might’ve actually been whistling to himself. He might’ve seemed approachable. He might’ve been relaxed and secure, and definitely not afraid of whatever was coming. And he might’ve been almost sure that kind of trust wasn’t his mistake. It even had him inviting the opinions of others, which was probably a first.

“So… pumpkin spice? Or salted caramel?” He asked without a glance when he sensed the body next to him in line at the coffee shop. “I can’t decide.”

Halloween had become less of a stressful time for Annie, but it still wasn’t her favorite holiday. Shock had luckily taken it easy on her, and while she’d suffered a handful of scares leading up and during Halloween, she hadn’t felt like hiding in her apartment like she had in years past. She did, however, still feel a huge sense of relief when November came, as it signaled the end of scary times and the lead up to more joyful times. Thanksgiving and Christmas were fast approaching, and while she hadn’t discussed it with him yet, she was really excited to celebrate with her brother.

Speaking of Jack, she was getting a coffee on her break at the shelter when she noticed her brother waiting in line. She walked up to him, smiling at his question before looking up at the board listing the options. “Definitely salted caramel. Sweet and delicious,” she suggested, smiling up at him before wrapping an arm around his middle. “I’ve missed you big brother. How have you been?”