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velma still couldnât believe that shaggy was really here, right here. it was even more unbelievable that he was joking around with her. there was one question big in her mind: âso, youâve changed a little bit. what about scoob? is he still the same old dog?â much like in a divorce, the gang had each gotten to take the assets that most belonged to them. velma had gotten all the research equipment, but scooby had gone to shaggy. she still missed that old dog more than she would like to admit. âi donât think i would even like to see someone wear this thing in a bright, open field,â she mused, laughing so softly it almost sounded like hiccups. âyouâre a teacher?â she didnât mean to sound so surprised, but it seemed like if anyone would have gone into the profession of education it would have been velma. âdo you like it?â she got herself back on track to talking about the case, hoping maybe shaggy would have more interest in bouncing off ideas with her than either fred or daphne, âitâs rattling me, too, but i think i have an idea. or at least a plan to get on the right track of who took them,â she was talking with her hands, starting to get lost in her ideas surrounding the mystery. ânow that thereâs one dead body, i want to ensure there wonât be anymore.â velma tousled her bangs a bit when he asked her if she was really okay. how could she answer that? no, shaggy, actually iâm having a big fight with the other two members of our ex-group of best friends. plus, iâve been going alone into weirdo woods just to feel the rush of solving a mystery again when i should really be looking out for my own safety. oh, not to mention the fact i havenât been sleeping well since i was twelve. instead she nodded, hoping that would suffice. if he kept pressing her, she didnât know if she would break down and tell him the whole truth. âall you used to do was solve mysteries, eat, and sleep,â she teased, another snort of laughter coming from her. âlooks like somethings never change.â she motioned around the museum, âthis is my office now, i work in the basement as the archivist. always filing away information about artifacts and making sure that the information on everything is as updated as it can be. canât say itâs glamorous work, but it pays the bills.â
âsame old dog.â shaggy nodded, small smile on his lips. âstill hates squirrels, still has the same puppy eyes... you can come see him sometime if you want.â he nodded. a small chuckle slipped past his lips as she mentioned the costume in a bright open field. she was right too.. shaggy wouldn't want to see someone put it on if he was being honest. it still gives him a bit of the creeps, but nothing like it used to and nothing like the new case before them. âoh yeah, i love it. its new, but iâve always liked history and being about to teach it and share that love of history is really nice honestly. and you with all of this museum stuff.. im sure its at least a little rewarding to know all your hard work and efforts go to this.. where people can enjoy and learn .â he nodded with a soft chuckle. as velma mentioned the case, the more shaggy thought about the gang. in his head, there was no way the gang was going to end up back together. with everything that happened? there was no way. he tried to let the authorities take care of it, but it was like the case wasnât getting anywhere.. and he couldn't sit by and watch as they continued to find the missing teens the way they were. shaggy chewed on his bottom lip as the other spoke about the case. âi.. geez, velma. iâve picked up a book or two but... you donât think weâre in over our heads trying to put things together? i mean, yeah, they arenât finding anything good but..â a small sigh left his lips as he thought about it before asking quietly, âwhat were you thinking what was your plan?â
