@julianwxde
Armed with his favorite four-legged friend and a salad to-go (with extra croutons), Arizona headed over to Julian’s bookshop. It was a nice day to be out and about, even if the fact that he’d been ignoring his schedule gave him a bit of anxiety, and he was looking forward to seeing his friend in the flesh. It’d been way too long.
Pausing outside the door, he adjusted his hold on the salad and Jules’ leash before entering, searching for any sign of the owner. “Julian? I brought your salad! Managed to get forty croutons on there before they told me off,” he called out, raising his voice but not so much that it was legitimately yelling. Arizona wasn’t someone who yelled often, it just seemed obnoxious and rude to him, even when the situation would typically call for it.
