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Thin fingers reach out to strap the small harness around the hyper animal before him. His eyes are trained on the task, questioning why something so simple had to take so long. He was still getting used to having a dog, having only been used to the doings of cats for years now. It had been a spur of the moment decision, one his best friend had aided in. Still, he didn't regret bringing the puppy home, it had been a month of change after all. ❛ Ready to go on a walk? ❜ He's talking softly, as he usually does, but the question receives a pitched bark that causes a smile to tug at his lips. ❛ I'll take that as a yes. ❜ Reaching forward he scoops the small dog into his arms, deciding it would be easier to carry him through the building until they made it outside.
9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2. His eyes watch the numbers blink faintly as he passes each floor, patiently waiting to reach the 2nd. He's never had much trouble going out on his own -- a loner by default, though his career did little to enforce working along side others. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the company of others, he just wasn't sure how to handle such. Stepping off the elevator his eyes trace the number plaques over each doors. Searching for a specific apartment. Once finding the right door, he reached out to knock gently.













