“oh, sorry to bother you, uh. this might sound strange, like, really strange.”
he was flexing and twitching his fingers, tapping them together with a look of pure nerves. god he was about to explode if he couldn’t find them.
“you see-- i lost my puppy, he’s kinda.. like a small yorkshire poodle mix, or better yet a husky, he’s black and has red eyes-- listen please help me ill like take you out to dinner or whatever reward kids want these days. i promise he’s a good boy, he doesn’t bite.”










