Room 506, Wednesday Afternoon
Dolf had no one he could contact anyway; instead he had spent his days hovering around, poking at books and hoping desperately that this would turn into a situation he could handle. But-- it didn't. And he couldn't.
And all he could do now was entertain a large, slobbery Saint Bernard who didn't even know what was going on.
"Zoek!" he called, and the dog started enthusiastically sniffing around for the treats he'd hidden. He sighed and watched her, and wished more things were as easy as pleasing a dog.
[[ expecting one, but open. ]]
And all he could do now was entertain a large, slobbery Saint Bernard who didn't even know what was going on.
"Zoek!" he called, and the dog started enthusiastically sniffing around for the treats he'd hidden. He sighed and watched her, and wished more things were as easy as pleasing a dog.
[[ expecting one, but open. ]]