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[Aya's had a hard time getting along. After the main gathering he disappeared into hiding, and didn't try to contact anyone. Thus, it's a surprise he's out now, in the hallway with his dog and an old tennis ball, playing fetch on the third floor.
They look happy at the moment, with him tossing the ball, and Blanca running to retrieve it, barking loudly now and then when he teases her by pretending to throw the ball instead.]
"S'okay, girl. Here. Catch it!
[And off she goes, chasing after the ball, the two of them lost in one another's company.]
They look happy at the moment, with him tossing the ball, and Blanca running to retrieve it, barking loudly now and then when he teases her by pretending to throw the ball instead.]
"S'okay, girl. Here. Catch it!
[And off she goes, chasing after the ball, the two of them lost in one another's company.]
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Date: 2012-05-03 04:55 am (UTC)From:Ah- yes! I was trying to do that.
[ he'll get to his feet, fingers fiddling with his apron as he walks close to the wall, so not to get in Blanca's way. ]
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Date: 2012-05-12 07:54 pm (UTC)From:I think she likes you...
[He murmured, fishing the ball up and tossing it back and forth in his hands.]
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Date: 2012-05-21 02:09 am (UTC)From:[ AAAA STOPPING. DON'T WANT TO HURT DOGGIES FEELS... ]