fandomtownies | Furnado Animal Shelter; Sunday [04/14].

Since she'd been keep a pretty low profile once she realized what was going on last week (you're welcome, Fandom; no one needed to deal with a pollenated Summer), Summer wouldn't have even realized what was going on with the weekend if it hadn't been for radio, since she definitely did not have any weird little kids from any weird little relationships that weird alternate universe versions of herself were getting all mixed up in.

On the one hand, this was a good thing. Hem had been cute and all, but alternate versions of herself were usually terrible and it was nice to not have to be reminded of the fact that this dimension's version of her was (somehow, astonishingly) one of the better ones.

But on the other hand, it was still kind of a bummer. Maybe not if she convinced herself that the island was just giving her a break for once in her life, but it almost made her wonder if her love life from this point on was just so abysmal and depressing that the island just laughed its theoretical butt off and was all, 'Nah, bitch, not even worth it.'

So the clear solution was just to not think about it at all, and just focus on work instead, because there were a lot of extra orders for supplies coming in in preparation of what might be the result of a whole bunch of animals in confined spaces under last week's influence.

Furnado is open!

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Zack hadn't been out of the apartment for any reasonable amount of time so far this weekend, no, but Girl needed walkies, almost as much for his sake as her own, and so she'd insistently nudged him toward the stairwell out of the apartment, out the door, and off into town.

And while he was in town he figured, hey, he might as well check up on the shelter, right?

He had managed a little grin by the time he noticed somebody was there besides the vet, and was calling out his best, "Hey, anybody home?" as he walked inside.

Well, now, out of all the people Summer had expected to walk in that day, Zack was not exactly one of them.

Honestly, no one really was. This place was not exactly a hopping hive of activity.

"Oh! Hey, Zack." The surprise at least was a pleasant one. "I...thought that might have been your name I heard on radio. You finally back?"

"I am," Zack confirmed with a nod. "I picked Girl up from Prompto on Friday, and he and the vet were telling me about what a great job everyone's been doing here."

He gave Summer a little smile, playful around the edges.

"I could go back, if you were hoping to stick around here longer, though."

He really, really wouldn't.

And Summer grinned back a little as she shrugged. "I mean," she pointed out, "you were still handling all the really annoying stuff, anyway. I was mostly just here to make sure no one screwed up your orders. Which didn't even happen, so...."

She shrugged again, but, by then, it was settling in a little that Zack actually was back and everything had had just sort of become habit to her at this point was not even going to be something she needed to worry about anymore. She'd actually have a little more time to focus on getting everything set up for the jello shop and maybe getting out of here...

...she felt she should be a little more excited about that.

"Place didn't burn down," she said, and held up her hands as if accepting divine absolution. "My work here is done."

"Place didn't burn down," Zack agreed. "Which is pretty great. I mean, that would be kind of sad to come back to."

The puppies!

"But hey, don't be a stranger anyway, okay? I'm sure everyone here is going to miss you."

"Yeah, no," Summer said, taking a doubtful, cursory glance around, where she was pretty sure a guinea pig yawned as if bored when she caught its eye and then pointedly turned around to face the other way. Rude. "I don't think I really have the same connection with the animals the way Prompto and Sidon do."

If anything, working with them so much had really taken away a lot of the cute and fun aspects of it for her.

"But one of them did claim me and take over my apartment," she offered. "So I'll be in every once in a while to get food and stuff for her."

"Oh, you made a friend, huh?" Zack smiled a little bit wider. "Well, then we'll see you for checkups and supplies, for sure. Who did you bring home?"

... Okay, in fairness, he'd been away long enough it could have been an animal he'd never even met yet, but he did try to make an effort to get to know each and every one while he was around.

Summer had to grin a little at that, because, yeah, she was definitely turning into one of those people who could not turn down an offer to talk about her caaaaat.

"Her name is Pancakes," she said proudly, pulling out her phone and picking out a recent picture that seemed incredibly Pancakes-y to show him. "She's super opinionated and hate space travel, but that's okay, we're working on..."

A thought suddenly struck Summer.

"...it."

Was Pancakes why she didn't get any kids this weekend?

Had she started down an irrevocable path toward cat lady?

"Space travel! That sounds pretty exciting, though," Zack offered, grinning. And then pausing. And frowning a little. "Is everything okay?"

It was fine, Summer. Cat lady life probably wasn't all that bad.

"Hm? Oh," Summer shook her head a little, waved a dismissive hand, "yeah. I'm fine. I just had a thought about something, nothing important. One of those 'did I leave the oven on' moments."

"But, yeah, exciting definitely a word for it. A little too exciting for little kitty stomachs, though. I picked up this, like, stabilizer harness from this intergalactic PetCo," totally a thing, "that should help, but I haven't really had the chance to try it out yet."

"Well," Zack gave her another well-practiced bright smile, "I hope you have some luck with that!"

Very important, being able to travel without sick kitties.

Furnado Animal Shelter; Sunday [04/14].

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