Furnado Animal Shelter, Friday Afternoon
Eleanor was absolutely not nervous as the entered the animal shelter. There was no reason to be nervous. She was just accompanying Evan -- and his puppy and his tiny dinosaur -- while he bought some pet food. There was nothing significant or momentous about today in the slightest, because she herself was just going to go into the animal shelter, not actually pick out a pet for herself. Besides, it was ludicrous to just pick up another living creature and swear to love and protect it for the rest of its natural life. People didn't actually do that, did they?
Do not mind the fidgeting, Evan (or Ozzy or Old Lace).
At least the food section wasn't too intimidating, although you could easily overhear the barks and mews from the back.
"I thought cats ate mice," she said, idly, because saying something was preferable to not saying anything at all.
(Expecting genesishero, who was modded with permission. It's an open animal shelter, so anybody else is welcome to pop in as well!)
Do not mind the fidgeting, Evan (or Ozzy or Old Lace).
At least the food section wasn't too intimidating, although you could easily overhear the barks and mews from the back.
"I thought cats ate mice," she said, idly, because saying something was preferable to not saying anything at all.
(Expecting genesishero, who was modded with permission. It's an open animal shelter, so anybody else is welcome to pop in as well!)