Mira’s poor little doggy body was shook back and forth with enough force that some drool leaked from her mouth. How undignified of a god. She had not expected such an explosive reaction from the pathetic man. The nerve of him to touch her godly fur!! He looked like he was about to cry, what a baby! Again Mira wondered what Mary saw in this gross man.
The godly shiba shoved both her front paws in James’s face, knocking them both away from each other. Mira had to readjust her headset from the shaking.
[Keep your unwashed, gross hands off me!!! Pyramid Head just groomed my godly coat!! If you weren’t such a pea brain you would already know where she is! Think hard with that empty head of yours! The answer was already given to you!]
Having exhausted all his options, Sunderland ceases his shaking lets out a defeated sigh before release the small dog. “ How did I get here? “ He said as he returned to his feet, retrieving the letter that had brought him to this cursed town in the first place. “ First this letter, then that pyramid looking monster and now a talking dog… “ He didn’t want to admit it, but maybe he was losing his grip on reality after all.
Sunderland shook his head. Despite how absurd it was all was, the dog was right. This was no time to be wallowing in self-pity. Not when Mary was still waiting for him out there somewhere. He turned back to face the dog, offering a sympathetic expression this time.
“ Uh, yeah. Sorry. “ Sunderland decided to inspect himself, taking one sniff of his own hands and grimaced just as quickly. “ You wouldn’t know where I could a sink, would you? I haven’t been able to find one that actually works since I got here. And the ones that do work…I don’t trust whatever’s in that water. “