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Lysander wasn’t interested in self pity or destructive actions and he so he simply ignored her comments about the dangers of loneliness and emptied another bottle. Dully he stared at the glass container, trying to weigh it in his hands. It was hard, it felt almost as heavy as it had when full, or maybe he just thought he did. Ly loved the foggy feeling alcohol brought him, the distorted thoughts and lack of concentration. It gave his actions an excuse at least, when he needed one. Pulling back his hand and then fling it forward, Lysander watched the bottle sail through the air, landing in the water a ways away. He turned back to the women with a stupid grin.
The women had no answers to his question, and he realized then that he should have even asked. Of course, all of Dahlia de Mai probably knew he had the pups at one point, or the leaders at least. Aside from the angry women, he had not dealt with anyone since, and maybe they would just forget and move on, though it was not likely. More likely was that the leaders and father of the pups were just slow and lazy and hadn’t come for him yet. Still, he missed the little brats. The women beside he had not seemed to notice or care about the children though, she only commented on her own loss. Despite knowing how it felt to live alone after sharing a home for so long, Lysander was not one to feel sympathetic.
“Ya kin ahways make mer of ‘em.” Puppies were easy to come by and maybe soon enough Emwe and Conor would be replaced, maybe Winnie could make some up for him. The idea placed a smile on his face. Still, there was always the chance they’d leave, Emwe in the end had gone with the Dahlian puppysitter. Frowning, he pulled the cap from another bottle he drew from his bag, staring at it as he thought. “Lock ‘em up too. Sos they kin’t get ahway frem ya.” Next time he stole some puppies he would know to hide them better.
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