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@&#&$"Likewise," he offered simply in the way of introductions before they set off. They covered ground quickly, with him trudging ahead to break the snow in and removing any obstacles obstructing their way. Before too much longer they'd reached the garage; here Anselm shifted and ran around the back to open the door. He'd opened one of the bay doors to make it easier, but eventually they managed to finagle the damned thing into a corner and the task was done. Promptly shutting the door to lock out the cold, he turned just as the brindle dog spoke for the first time. Anselm was comfortable in silence; Grit hadn't been eyeing him up and down like he was ready to pounce or anything, but the gesture was appreciated all the same. "Sure is, feel free to make yourselves at home," he said, gently tossing each a dry towel and indicating the couch with a wave of his paw.
@&#&$Hurriedly he began to stuff some shit into the safe, just wanting to get it over with before settling in to relax. By the time he was done it was only about halfway full--perfect. That meant there was room to expand. Most of his bowl pieces and all of the bongs were still out on display, along with the half-drunk bottle of vodka and one container of green. "My daughter actually found this place and put it back together," he said, kicking the safe shut as he turned about. He made his way over and plopping down into the bean bag chair that sat across the table from the couch. Usually he took a seat on the latter when he had company, but here he figured he might as well let the two dogs sit together. "When she split earlier in the year I took over. She'd be the main one responsible for all of this, too," he said, shaking a small container of bud.
@&#&$"You boys smoke?" he queried, opening the sealed container so that they could catch a whiff. The strong piny scent was almost sweet, but he knew not all liked to partake. Still, he sort of hoped they did--it made transactions like these (not to mention settling in with new company in general) much easier. Failing that, he could always trade them some amount that they could use for barter further on down the line. He had no idea what their plans were, really--whether they were just passing through, looking to settle down in a pack, etcetera. Perhaps over a nice session he'd be able to figure it all out. The dynamic he saw between them was intriguing, and even the way they spoke suggested they weren't from around the area. Anselm always did like learning about strange places far away.
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@&#&$Hurriedly he began to stuff some shit into the safe, just wanting to get it over with before settling in to relax. By the time he was done it was only about halfway full--perfect. That meant there was room to expand. Most of his bowl pieces and all of the bongs were still out on display, along with the half-drunk bottle of vodka and one container of green. "My daughter actually found this place and put it back together," he said, kicking the safe shut as he turned about. He made his way over and plopping down into the bean bag chair that sat across the table from the couch. Usually he took a seat on the latter when he had company, but here he figured he might as well let the two dogs sit together. "When she split earlier in the year I took over. She'd be the main one responsible for all of this, too," he said, shaking a small container of bud.
@&#&$"You boys smoke?" he queried, opening the sealed container so that they could catch a whiff. The strong piny scent was almost sweet, but he knew not all liked to partake. Still, he sort of hoped they did--it made transactions like these (not to mention settling in with new company in general) much easier. Failing that, he could always trade them some amount that they could use for barter further on down the line. He had no idea what their plans were, really--whether they were just passing through, looking to settle down in a pack, etcetera. Perhaps over a nice session he'd be able to figure it all out. The dynamic he saw between them was intriguing, and even the way they spoke suggested they weren't from around the area. Anselm always did like learning about strange places far away.
mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +465