Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday
Zack hadn't been able to find any shirts before coming in to work today. Zack knew he had shirts. The one he'd been wearing when he'd arrived on the island, if nothing else. But today? Nope. No shirts. So... he'd gone to work without. He'd been considering maybe calling in, but there was one puppy there who was more than a little bit on the needy side, and he wanted to at least check up on him, since all of his siblings had been adopted out. And it wasn't like the dogs cared about things like clothing, really.
Getting pelted by strings of falling beads on the way to work while shirtless, though? That, he could've lived without.
If anybody needed Zack today, he'd mostly be in the back room with the dogs. It wasn't that he was self conscious about four years of scarring from being a human experiment or anything, really. He just felt weird being at work without a shirt on in general.
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Getting pelted by strings of falling beads on the way to work while shirtless, though? That, he could've lived without.
If anybody needed Zack today, he'd mostly be in the back room with the dogs. It wasn't that he was self conscious about four years of scarring from being a human experiment or anything, really. He just felt weird being at work without a shirt on in general.
[OOC: Open!]