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[my_six_hearts]

[the Weighted Companion Cube, like any good country dog, spent its day mindlessly following its nose.

it had left its journal behind this time, lying forgotten on the porch of the Winchester saloon, so this pseudo-dog had no means of communicating today.

wandering through Winchester, the little gray mutt was poking its nose into and after anything

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[waywithplants]

[Oh hey, it's a dog. Briar walks out of the bakery with half a biscuit and offers it to the mutt] Hello there.

[my_six_hearts]

[boy, that dog has a particularly blank expression on its face. And a suspiciously heart-shaped spot on its head, but...yeah.

it takes the dog a minute to even sniff the thing, and it does so very mechanically.

in fact...blinking doesn't seem to be its forte either.]

[waywithplants]

[Huh, weird dog there. He leaves the biscuit on the ground next to the dog and pets it's head.]

Do you have an owner?

[my_six_hearts]

[the dog sniffs the biscuit on the ground. Thinks. Picks it up in its mouth. Thinks. Puts it back down again. And then eats it while its on the ground.

Phew...that was an effort.

At the question, the dog just kind of...looked at him?]