lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
You groan your unfettered appreciation and pleasure as his fingers find the skin behind your ear. Huffing as he stops, you nevertheless have a canine smile on your lips despite the bottle in your mouth. Placing the bottle on the bed (sorry about the drool), you bark brightly in response. This draws a scolding look from one of the nurses, but she doesn't interrupt.
Wagging your tail enough that your entire body wriggles, you tug at one of Finn's pant legs to answer his question. Whether the answer is "no" or "who cares" isn't entirely evident, but nor do you seem intent on answering with anything more than bright animal mischief. Before you'll allow Finn to leave though, you trot toward the telltale cupboard where you often go to either shift, or find a ball. Sitting in front of the door you wag your tail expectantly.
Wagging your tail enough that your entire body wriggles, you tug at one of Finn's pant legs to answer his question. Whether the answer is "no" or "who cares" isn't entirely evident, but nor do you seem intent on answering with anything more than bright animal mischief. Before you'll allow Finn to leave though, you trot toward the telltale cupboard where you often go to either shift, or find a ball. Sitting in front of the door you wag your tail expectantly.
October
