Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Sunday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

So, Nate was still a dog. Which made for awkward conversations about walkies. And good ones about selling Nate's things on E-Bay when he got all Nate-ish at him

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[spring_lost]

The look on Nathan's face was pretty clear about his opinion about the entire subject currently being discussed.

He barked at Wade once, annoyed, and a little clipped. Then gave in to the urge to gnaw on his left front paw.

[mouthy_merc]

"What? Didja want coffee?" Wade asked, being the nicest whatever-the-hell-they-were-without-gettin'-gay-about-it he could be. "I'm sorry, it's not good for dogs."

[spring_lost]

Nate bit spitefully into his paw, then glanced up anew.

Bark.

[mouthy_merc]

"...and no telepathy."