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[asea]

Who: Walter, Chibiterasu, and Shirley
Where: Phasma Apartments
When: Noon
Style: Either
Status: Closed

[When Walter ascends to the second floor, he finds that his door is ajar despite the lack of memory lapse. That can mean two things, and he's inclined to think one of them. He stills for a moment, eyes searching for the (stupid) intruder.

Upon closer inspection, he spies a white and black tail poking out from inside.

. . .

He starts for the door.]

Comments

[shirleyhopeful]

That's okay, Walter, you don't need to get me a chair! I'm fine with sitting down on the couch! [Well, it was too late now. She gave a small sigh to herself before sitting down on the chair that he gave her.

And then she turned her attention back to Chibi]

Five? [days? Yeah right. Weeks? Maybe] Months? Five months? My, you're are a really brave puppy for living here for that long! [Someone correct her!]

[asea]

. . . if you're sure.

[She sat on the filthy couch . . .

Walter watches the pup, then snaps his attention back to Shirley, shaking his head.]

He doesn't live here. He comes by on his own.

[Uninvited. Which is odd, because he always makes sure to lock the door and everything.]

[sonlight]

[He grins at the compliment, though he's a little confused on how his actions make him brave. Walter isn't that scary once you stalk him relentlessly for a few weeks get to know him properly!

He likes to think he's made a lifelong friendship, here.]

[shirleyhopeful]

[Meanwhile, Shirley will just keep petting Chibi. She never had a dog back home and he was just too cute. Doesn't that make you feel jealous Wally?.]

And he's pretty smart if he's able to unlock a door!

[asea]

[He may or may not ever know the irony of lifelong in their so-called friendship. Merines, stop that.

. . . is there even such a thing as a lock-picking wolf?]

He's a foreigner like the rest of us. They might have given him living space.

[Human living space, which means Chibiterasu is accustomed to the architecture. And Walter recalls their encounter when the pup was one -- he's far more intelligent than the average dog.]

[sonlight]

[He'll cry at your funeral, okay?

Now thoroughly relaxed from the constant petting, Chibi curls up against Shirley's side and rests his head on her lap. He offers a small nod in response to Walter's statement: he lives in a house one of his mom's friends built for her.]