∞ eleventh } accidental video
[ Edward Dalton is crouched next to a large and furry creature on his couch. As the creature whimpers, he appears to soothe it, rubbing its neck gently as he examines the source of its distress: A broken leg, splayed distinctly to the side. ]
Come on, girl. Just relax.
[ He picks up a piece of wood -- a makeshift splint-- and a roll of sports tape. It may be a stopgap measure, but Edward looks like he knows what he's doing, bandaging up the leg deftly and securely before the dog can fidget away. The dog does twitch, and Edward reassures him again by stroking his back. ]
Wasn't that bad, was it?
Come on, girl. Just relax.
[ He picks up a piece of wood -- a makeshift splint-- and a roll of sports tape. It may be a stopgap measure, but Edward looks like he knows what he's doing, bandaging up the leg deftly and securely before the dog can fidget away. The dog does twitch, and Edward reassures him again by stroking his back. ]
Wasn't that bad, was it?