Nov 22, 2009 11:18
[Flack is not going out in the hail unless he absolutely has to. And so far, he doesn't have to. He walked the dog earlier when the hail was lighter, and now he's sitting in the lobby with the journal, flipping through and trying to keep up.
There are too many people in this place.
Growlithe is sprawled out on the floor next to him, mostly looking lazy, but occasionally perking his head up to get a good look around. Once a guard dog, always a guard dog.]
[Open, open, open.]
don flack