MISSING SOMETHING ⋆ @lgcjunyi / don’t ask how — don’t ask why — but meong meong has developed quite the naughty habit.
what’s that naughty habit, you ask?
“christ,” the curse is muttered, moreso grumbled, as jino retrieves the scarf from meong meong’s snout; now a slobbered mess of fibers and well, wet fabric. “where the hell did you get this, meongs?”
his dog had become a klepto.
where she had gotten this bad habit from, jino had no idea. but now that it’s come to wring him in the neck — quite literally — he isn’t so sure he likes this new side of her. resigned to finding the owner of this lost item, he sighs; pulling meong meong alongside him as he walks the halls of the company. whereas he had meant to be a quick in-and-out situation with his manager had turned into a full-fledged hunt; something that meong meong was loving from the way her paws seemed to scatter across the floor at each new turn and every new face that came up to greet her.
with the scarf in hand, it seemed like a lost cost; he had half the mind to leave it at the front desk and that would be the end of it, but the more generous — no, resolute — side of jino knew he had to see this to the end, that he had to apologize for his dog’s sticky-paw habit.