All that and a bag of chips
Wilson sat in the rec room with a tall glass of lemonade, which he'd made after Peter Pan wrongly diagnosed himself with scurvy, and a precious item at his side. When he arrived, Wilson had a bag of Lay's Sour Cream and Onion potato chips with him. He couldn't have said why he hadn't opened it yet, but he hadn't. He knew the snack had enough preservatives--ah, precious preservatives!--to last past doomsday, but honestly, he hadn't felt like opening it. Somehow eating the chips gave him one less thing to lean on.
Today was no special occasion, just a day. No reason seemed to be a good enough time to break out his snack food. He opened the bag and breathed in the chemical scent that resembled dip, sort of. His mouth watered as he prepared to reach in and grab a chip. This was going to be good, and Wilson needed some good.
OOC: Here's Wilson for any and all Wilson needs. He will share his chips, so if your pup is craving snack food, or is pregnant, it's a great time to meet him. He hasn't posted happily outside the clinic in a while, so feel free to introduce a terrible song on the jukebox.
Today was no special occasion, just a day. No reason seemed to be a good enough time to break out his snack food. He opened the bag and breathed in the chemical scent that resembled dip, sort of. His mouth watered as he prepared to reach in and grab a chip. This was going to be good, and Wilson needed some good.
OOC: Here's Wilson for any and all Wilson needs. He will share his chips, so if your pup is craving snack food, or is pregnant, it's a great time to meet him. He hasn't posted happily outside the clinic in a while, so feel free to introduce a terrible song on the jukebox.