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[dignity_misery]

[This message comes with an image attachment, one which is potentially gory and unpleasant. The scene is of a young boy, squeegeeing up the bloodied entranceway of an Underground establishment.]

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Mmm. [A hum of laughter, it doesn't go much farther than that, the sound half-hearted and tired.] Everyone needs to make a living. Don't they.

[She sighs, quiet for a moment before she adds,]

I need someone to walk my dog.


[[ooc; Carla is actually hoping for someone to walk her dog on a regular basis. She just won't be back above ground to deal with hiring you for a few days.]]

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[synanthrope]

Get rid of the dog, Carla.

[dignity_misery]

[She makes a low, miserable sound, not quite a laugh.]

I know.

[synanthrope]

Knowing is different than doing.

[dignity_misery]

I'll find someone to take him.

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Who do you think doing that would be good for?

[synanthrope]

The dog.

[intheblanks]

If you're suddenly fond of them, it could move in here.

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[virginwings]

[Someone is needed to walk a dog!? Well, first off she's too excited with the idea to even pay attention long enough to remember to open the attachment, so you're safe from an unnerved speech. Second, this girl would really like to help and thus replies with an eagerness that bounces around in her tone even as she tries to keep her voice steady and cool.]

If you still need someone, I can walk the dog for you~

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[dignity_misery]

Walking, feeding. Possibly more than once a day.

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[virginwings]

Sure! I can walk him...or her more than once. It sounds fun.

What do they like to eat, anyway?

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[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

What kinda dog?

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[dignity_misery]

He's a wolf.

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[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Did he make that mess? [She...might think that's cool if he did. But only if the person deserved it.]

[intheblanks]

This isn't what I meant.

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[dignity_misery]

I was never his day to day caretaker.

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[intheblanks]

Not about the dog.

[Do you think the dog's the slightest interest after that picture.]

[bedsidemanners]

You don't strike me as the type to have one.

[dignity_misery]

It was my roommate's.

[Her boyfriend is gone and she's a single mom now. She needs a nanny for this thing she doesn't know how to deal with on her own.]

[bedsidemanners]

[she didn't seem the type for one of those, either]

Where are you headed, then?

[errandry]

Wh—a dog did that?

[dignity_misery]

I don't know what did that. Rex is still a puppy, I don't think he'd make such a mess.

[errandry]

But the possibility's still there, huh. What kind'd you say he was again?

[wetworking]

They do.

Is yours broadcasting the aftermath of a killing? If so you are doing well.

[dignity_misery]

Who said he's dead.

[wetworking]

The amount of gore on the floor did.