The Stables, Late Monday Night
Jul. 27th, 2009 09:22 pmStill trying to shake the odd feeling from before, Merlin had gone to find somewhere things made just a bit of sense.
Yes, being sat upon by a dog that was almost as large as him at this point was the thing to make him feel better. "Good girl," He whispered, rubbing the puppy's ears as she flopped onto her back and made a few whining noises.
[[For one!]]
Yes, being sat upon by a dog that was almost as large as him at this point was the thing to make him feel better. "Good girl," He whispered, rubbing the puppy's ears as she flopped onto her back and made a few whining noises.
[[For one!]]