Wes Janson (
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Look! At the Bar. It's a pilot-- and a puppy?
"Stoppit-- no, stay still-- how can y'be all hyper after being awake all night--?
Wes doesn't really do dogs. Been about twenty years since he's been near one for more than a few hours, after all.
"Bar? Can I get some food for this thing? I think that's what it wants..."
A tin appears.
"...yeah, I can't open that just now."
After a moment, the tin is replaced by a bowl of some appropriate dog food, and Wes puts the puppy down on the counter to eat its breakfast, then gets himself a cup of caf.
He's tired. Stupid Sam. Stupid puppy. Inyri'd better be happy when Wes finds her and passes it on.
"Stoppit-- no, stay still-- how can y'be all hyper after being awake all night--?
Wes doesn't really do dogs. Been about twenty years since he's been near one for more than a few hours, after all.
"Bar? Can I get some food for this thing? I think that's what it wants..."
A tin appears.
"...yeah, I can't open that just now."
After a moment, the tin is replaced by a bowl of some appropriate dog food, and Wes puts the puppy down on the counter to eat its breakfast, then gets himself a cup of caf.
He's tired. Stupid Sam. Stupid puppy. Inyri'd better be happy when Wes finds her and passes it on.