"I think a moose hit me," Jensen says, to the blurry person who appears over him. He doesn't think he has a concussion. Just a hit. From a moose.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" says the blur. It's starting to rearrange itself into a person. Slowly. "My dog, she got away from me, she can be--enthusiastic."
"Jesus, that was a dog?" Jensen asks.
"She's part dingo," the guy says. He holds a hand up in front of Jensen's face. "How many fingers?"
"Five total, I hope," says Jensen. "But you're holding up three."
"You can count and be sarcastic. That means you're all right, right?"
"I'm pretty sure that's the medical definition, yeah." He blinks a few more times and his eyes finally focus completely. The blurry guy is hot. "Uh, thanks
( ... )
Adorable as always. But I miss my moose. :( (Am staying in a hotel tonight with my mom, it's a thing. But no dogs, so no dog cuddled up in bed with me.)
Reply
"Shit, I'm sorry!" says the blur. It's starting to rearrange itself into a person. Slowly. "My dog, she got away from me, she can be--enthusiastic."
"Jesus, that was a dog?" Jensen asks.
"She's part dingo," the guy says. He holds a hand up in front of Jensen's face. "How many fingers?"
"Five total, I hope," says Jensen. "But you're holding up three."
"You can count and be sarcastic. That means you're all right, right?"
"I'm pretty sure that's the medical definition, yeah." He blinks a few more times and his eyes finally focus completely. The blurry guy is hot. "Uh, thanks ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
Ahem.
Adorable as always. But I miss my moose. :( (Am staying in a hotel tonight with my mom, it's a thing. But no dogs, so no dog cuddled up in bed with me.)
Reply
Leave a comment