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Dr Robert Chase ([personal profile] intheblanks) wrote2019-10-10 04:08 am
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➹BEEPER




"It had better be an emergency."
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dignity_misery: (frozen from the failing mess)

[personal profile] dignity_misery 2012-11-14 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[The apartment is starting to look like someone lives here. There's a large easel stand set up in the middle of the room. A bed, table and chairs. She's in one of the chairs and gets up slowly.

The puppy, meanwhile, is squirming excitedly. He can't really be much older than twelve weeks. He's tiny, with a brown muzzle and white socks.]


...That's Peanut.
dignity_misery: (to your screenplay life)

[personal profile] dignity_misery 2012-11-14 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't ask.

[Because it was her and she shouldn't have been trying to think of names for the dog at all. It can't stay here.]

Karl brought him.

[Which is why the dog hasn't already been dropped at a shelter.]
dignity_misery: (better find another medication)

[personal profile] dignity_misery 2012-11-15 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't say it was urgent.

[She hadn't said much of anything. She just didn't want to be alone with the tiny wriggling thing.]
dignity_misery: (what are you after?)

[personal profile] dignity_misery 2012-11-15 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Too soon.]

I'm 0 for... [Yeah, that's right, watch her tally up all the pets she's killed in her life, Chase.] 6 or 7.

[She still crouches down to catch Peanut before he blunders his way into her easel, holding his head in her hands like she's about to ruffle his ears, but never quite gets that far. She lets him go when he pulls back from her, scurrying around on the hardwood with little coordination. Puppy feet.]
dignity_misery: (When the joys of living)

[personal profile] dignity_misery 2012-11-15 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
You're meant to kill fish.

[They were born in large spawns, they were dispensable.]
dignity_misery: (do you ever slow down)

[personal profile] dignity_misery 2012-11-15 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[She rubs the back of her neck.]

What am I supposed to tell Karl?

[Earnest question, she doesn't know how this is supposed to work. She wasn't expecting to find a puppy in her apartment when she came home.]
dignity_misery: (oh if your mind)

[personal profile] dignity_misery 2012-11-15 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's still crouched on the floor, and her hand goes out when Peanut goes scurrying past again. It's not fair to blame this all on Karl, it's just easy.

She's quiet for a long moment before she voices slowly,]


Part of me would... like to prove I can do this. The rest doesn't think it's worth it.

[She flexes her hand where the tattoo sits along the curve of her thumb. He'd said he wanted her to talk more, so here she is sounding out on him.]