Aren't dogs the cutest? [' he pauses outside of a rescue home, murmuring to himself as one of the puppies in the window pants at him. he can't help but raise a hand and press his palm flush against the glass, staring attentively as the animal wags its tail.--]
Her eyes floated over to see a male standing next to her- but only after a small switch went off in her brain to tell her she was being addressed. She couldn't help but keep her mind on the creatures in the shop in front of them, though, even when that switch in her head alerted her that common practice would be to give a response of some sort. Right hand squeezing the strap of her purse, her left hand mimicked the other's, fingertips lightly touching the glass. Seeing that nothing on the other side of the barrier was as excited to see her as they were to see the male standing beside her, she looked over to watch the man and his "best friend" instead, dropping her hand from the window. Nodding slowly, she spoke in a soft tone. "They are." She cleared her throat, leaning slightly closer toward the glass in attempt to see beyond the glare and further into the building. "It's a shame, seeing them in a place like this. You have to wonder what happened that they've ended up here, and yet..." Her voice trailed off, but she straightened her posture and shook the hair from her face. "They're just so happy to be alive. It's... nice to see."
