[closed log/in progress]
WHO: Dexter Morgan (gettingawaywith), Clone!Syaoran (itaintsyaoran), and Brian Moser (salvationdenied).
WHAT: Dexter gives the clone a lift to Brian's, to pick up a puppy.
WHERE: Brian Moser's apartment.
WHEN: A Sunday evening (since I don't know what day it is game-time)
It hadn't taken Dexter too long to figure out what the clone really was, and why he seemed so ..out of touch. Having taken to calling him "Syao" for short and wanting to help him learn how to socialize, Dexter had been all for helping the clone to find a dog to take care of.
It would be a good way for Syao to learn, and Dexter had a feeling that the clone would have a better time getting along with a pet than Dexter himself had. So he'd contacted that person who'd put up the add for a box of puppies, picked the clone up and driven him to the apartment in question, since the clone was still recovering and nowhere near in the shape to walk there on his own.
Dexter walked behind the clone, with a small smile on his face. He'd be keeping his distance from the animals. They would probably either avoid him or just plain cower, and he wasn't keen on explaining why it was that they reacted to him that way. Allergies would be a better excuse. The man reached, and rang the doorbell.
Waiting.
WHAT: Dexter gives the clone a lift to Brian's, to pick up a puppy.
WHERE: Brian Moser's apartment.
WHEN: A Sunday evening (since I don't know what day it is game-time)
It hadn't taken Dexter too long to figure out what the clone really was, and why he seemed so ..out of touch. Having taken to calling him "Syao" for short and wanting to help him learn how to socialize, Dexter had been all for helping the clone to find a dog to take care of.
It would be a good way for Syao to learn, and Dexter had a feeling that the clone would have a better time getting along with a pet than Dexter himself had. So he'd contacted that person who'd put up the add for a box of puppies, picked the clone up and driven him to the apartment in question, since the clone was still recovering and nowhere near in the shape to walk there on his own.
Dexter walked behind the clone, with a small smile on his face. He'd be keeping his distance from the animals. They would probably either avoid him or just plain cower, and he wasn't keen on explaining why it was that they reacted to him that way. Allergies would be a better excuse. The man reached, and rang the doorbell.
Waiting.