fandomtownies | Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [08/20].

Wayne generally didn't believe in having dreams; sleeping was for just that. SLEEPING. Also, anything trying to root around in his brain or his soul or what have you searching for trauma wasn't likely to come up with very much in that respect, but there were at least a few things in there that had been dredged up last night in a way that had Wayne feeling a bit sore at himself for wasting perfectly good sleeping time with something like dreams, and feeling just generally sad and needed to Facetime Katy to check up on her and also to see how ol' Gus was doing, and all this very much needed to be done in the puppy pen, surrounded by snuggly pups.

Mebbe he should plan a bit of a trip home during the break week to see how the farm was doin' an' everything.

Probably after Monday. He wasn't about to let a strange swing of the maudlin let him fuck with tradition, after all.

Furnado is open!