“I’m, like, 90% sure that’s Betsy all the time,” noted Morgan. She bit her bottom lip at the mention of the cigarettes. The woman had quit years ago, but just one couldn’t hurt– no. She was going to refuse like a good girl. He didn’t know she quit, just that she used to smoke. So, to keep her from thinking about the pack, she focused her thoughts on Betsy.
“Robert, I want your dog. She’s the cutest thing ever and I would do anything to have a dog like her. Actually, any dog. I want a dog.” Morgan was the queen of small talk, unfortunately for Robert, but it helped keep her from thinking. She made it clear the first time they hung out that sometimes, she talked so much that she could even annoy herself. “If you don’t trip me to escape the ghost, I think you need to come help me find the perfect dog for me. I’ll need someone to protect me when you’re not around.” She was teasing, about him tripping her. Morgan wanted a companion, one that won’t disappear. One that she can love unconditionally and receiving it back.
Whoa, feelings territory had been hit.
ALTHOUGH HE’S NOT A FAN OF small talk, the discussion’s taken a turn towards dogs, and even intoxicated, Robert can appreciate how wonderful society’s four legged friends are. The hound he keeps a snapshot of in his wallet isn’t actually the same dog he owns; he likes to fool people into thinking he owns a terrifying creature capable of snapping bone with sharp canines, but the reality of the situation is Betsy is the most skittish, clumsy little thing going. “If you want a dog, I suggest talkin’ to Damien.” Though he figures on first glance, Bloodmarch doesn’t seem to be the type of person you’d expect to be into the whole looking after dog’s thing --- but he owes him. Without Damien, Rob wouldn’t have Betsy, his beloved companion. And she’s been his rock since she entered his life, helped ease the loneliness that gnaws at the threads of his soul.
“Don’t gimme ideas.” He smirks at the suggestion of tripping her over. He’s tripped arse over tit up here inebriated before --- luckily nobody was around to see. That sort of thing very well breaks the mysterious and ‘too cool to care’ vibe he seems to simmer with. But it’s rather rocky up this side of the woodland, he’ll admit that much. “Sure. I don’t mind comin’ to the dog shelter sometime this week, if you’re really serious about getting a dog. Big commitment though.” Though, people seem to say that and don’t really acknowledge the commitment kids are, either. So many people jump at the thought of children, but don’t really realise a dog is kind of the same thing, only the one that skitters around on four legs doesn’t have quite a long life as the thing that toddles around on two. But enough about kids --- Robert diverts his thoughts back onto the Dover Ghost.
“I’m hoping if we don’t get anything on camera, we might get something on the EVP.” Though he’s waiting for someone to accuse it of being interference of some sort --- but they’re out in the middle of the woods. What kind of interference are they going to get out here? “I haven’t got a spare, so heres to hopin’ it doesn’t cut out on us.”
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