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This was a day like any other, walking through the streets with his german shepherd that seems to be in a better mood than usual. Jason always appreciates having Darcy in his life as he always knows when his owner really needs him — like when his mind plays tricks on the bad days. However today was seemingly good until the dog is suddenly racing down the sidewalk. “DARCY? WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Jason groans starting to run after him, glad that he’s fit to keep up. He stops finding the two dogs playing in one of the alleyways. “So — you‘re making a friend?”
— - ➸ ❮ ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ || ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴅ ❯
Clint has never shuffled faster in his life than this very moment. There's a s l i g h t panic —which was normal, considering his dog just ran out on him, like every woman in his life. Nowhere to be seen or found. Classic. “Get a dog, they said. They'll never leave your side. Pfft. Always gotta have it the other way around, huh?” He mumbles, patting himself down. But there's a noise his hearing aids picks up. “Lucky?” His head tilts in curiosity as he grows closer and closer. He manages to see a dorito shaped torso of a man ( is everyone here built like that? ) just . . . Standing there ( ??? ) in the alleyway. “Enjoying the show?” The archer questions with an arch of his brow and a lopsided smirk. Alright, so this could've been way worse. “Glad to know the kids are being supervised.”











