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The door opens. A muzzle pokes briefly through it somewhere around shin level, then withdraws with a whine. A moment later the door opens a little farther, and this time the muzzle (and attendant dog) are nowhere to be seen; however, there's a walker, and a human in baggy grey t-shirt and shorts leaning heavily on it instead. A pale and harrowed-looking human, with slightly less hair to show for her troubles than your average dolphin on public display, but a human nonetheless. Possibly a familiar-looking one, to some.
She's going to lean on the walker and blink for a bit, as the room she'd intended to enter was a good deal less well-lit than this. The dog will be along shortly, since she hasn't bothered to turn around and close the door just yet.
[tinytag: Corazon Escobar (the Courier)]
She's going to lean on the walker and blink for a bit, as the room she'd intended to enter was a good deal less well-lit than this. The dog will be along shortly, since she hasn't bothered to turn around and close the door just yet.
[tinytag: Corazon Escobar (the Courier)]