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[nocushywill]

[chase and -not his dog but he named it, scruffy- is downstairs at the lobby. this activity he's reluctantly partaking in is called walking the dog. this means you're free to bother him and notice, if you know him from before, that he looks different, what with the five o'clock shadow and the not so shiny blond hair. he might or might not remember

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[whatialways_do]

[so Max has been having a rough week, but this face reappearing is amusing her. And that's hard to do when she's having a rough week. They didn't really talk at the funeral -- because how do you talk to people at these things, but she's talking the opportunity now.]

You know, the whole comatose look really didn't do as much for you as you think.

[nocushywill]

[scruffy stops barking and chase looks relieved. but when the dog starts growling instead, he tugs at the dog's collar, keeping him at a safe distance from Max]

Sorry. Don't know what's up with him today.

[whatialways_do]

Not his fault. Just instinct.

[nocushywill]

Oh, right. [lifts his index finger and he points it at her slightly] Cat. [glances down at scruffy] Dog. [nods] I remember now.