Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday
You know what was cool? Puppies.
You know what Zack had? Also puppies. Or, well, one puppy, anyway. The rest of the litter that had been here when he'd arrived on the island had been adopted out over the past couple of weeks, and just one was left. People liked 'em small and cute, apparently. Not really a surprise, but it was interesting to see in action while the older, no less lovable dogs tended to stick around a little longer.
The island was fairly quiet otherwise, but Zack was okay with that. He'd gotten used to the quiet over the past few years, and occasionally wondered just how he would have actually fared, if he'd ever managed to make his way back into Midgar. Now there was a city that didn't know the meaning of the word 'quiet.' He still wasn't sure if he was going to miss it or not. He smiled a little to himself - mostly because smiling was his default state of being, whether he really felt it or not - and reached down to pat the pitbull puppy that was currently snoozing in his lap.
He hadn't yet paused to contemplate the wisdom of making a lapdog out of a pup that would one day grow into a brick shithouse of a dog, but even if he had, he was sure there would be someone around who could appreciate that sort of thing.
[OOC: Open, if there's anyone left on the island!]
You know what Zack had? Also puppies. Or, well, one puppy, anyway. The rest of the litter that had been here when he'd arrived on the island had been adopted out over the past couple of weeks, and just one was left. People liked 'em small and cute, apparently. Not really a surprise, but it was interesting to see in action while the older, no less lovable dogs tended to stick around a little longer.
The island was fairly quiet otherwise, but Zack was okay with that. He'd gotten used to the quiet over the past few years, and occasionally wondered just how he would have actually fared, if he'd ever managed to make his way back into Midgar. Now there was a city that didn't know the meaning of the word 'quiet.' He still wasn't sure if he was going to miss it or not. He smiled a little to himself - mostly because smiling was his default state of being, whether he really felt it or not - and reached down to pat the pitbull puppy that was currently snoozing in his lap.
He hadn't yet paused to contemplate the wisdom of making a lapdog out of a pup that would one day grow into a brick shithouse of a dog, but even if he had, he was sure there would be someone around who could appreciate that sort of thing.
[OOC: Open, if there's anyone left on the island!]