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fandomtownies2017-09-19 08:33 am
puppy_fair) wrote in fandomtownies2017-09-19 08:33 am
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Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday
Zack had been prepared for a bad day. Not because of anything going on today, really. Sort of. Kind of.
... Tomorrow was a week after his birthday, that was all. And it marked... It marked a really ugly anniversary. The kind of thing that never would have occurred to him to even observe as an anniversary, except that he still sometimes hurt when he moved, he still didn't know if Cloud had recovered from it all, he still, he still, he still...
His Usual Puppy had actually found her way out of her kennel on her own by the time he'd come in, and she was bumping up against his legs in a pretty constant reminder that she was right there as he went around the shop kind of mechanically going over his daily chores. And then someone had brought in what he could only describe as a ridiculous number of finches, who had that many finches?? and the rest of the day was spent trying to make enough room for them, and by that point there wasn't much time left to obsess over what tomorrow was or wasn't.
Which, again, was probably why Tseng had hooked him up with this particular business.
... And there he went again, right back into thinking about it.
[OOC: Open!]
... Tomorrow was a week after his birthday, that was all. And it marked... It marked a really ugly anniversary. The kind of thing that never would have occurred to him to even observe as an anniversary, except that he still sometimes hurt when he moved, he still didn't know if Cloud had recovered from it all, he still, he still, he still...
His Usual Puppy had actually found her way out of her kennel on her own by the time he'd come in, and she was bumping up against his legs in a pretty constant reminder that she was right there as he went around the shop kind of mechanically going over his daily chores. And then someone had brought in what he could only describe as a ridiculous number of finches, who had that many finches?? and the rest of the day was spent trying to make enough room for them, and by that point there wasn't much time left to obsess over what tomorrow was or wasn't.
Which, again, was probably why Tseng had hooked him up with this particular business.
... And there he went again, right back into thinking about it.
[OOC: Open!]