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[ ah shit, here we go again ]

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[stopfen]

Hey... [Can he tell how awkward she feels asking for help and advice from him? There's a pause, but then she changes track. Why ask for help when she can just annoy him.

So he's sent a shakily recorded video clip. Showing a completely devastated room, just mud everywhere. Not long after, another item is sent...A photo. A photo of a very proud looking boy. Tail wagging so hard it was a blur.

She'd originally planned on asking the clean freak for advice on how to deal with the dried mud stains. But then...it seemed funnier just to make him look.]

[dirtdevil]

[ ...ah. it literally pains him to look at this. why. ]

Very nice. Have fun with that.

[stopfen]

[She doesn't record her grumble at the lack of grouchy old man. But they are THERE.]

I was thinking I'd leave it...He seems so happy.

[dirtdevil]

[ hey, it's not his house and he doesn't have to go over there. far be it from him to demand she cleans it up. ]

Like a pig in shit.

[stopfen]

[Well this plan to be annoying backfired. But at least Tater is happy.]

Have you found somewhere to live yet? It's pretty easy here.

[dirtdevil]

[ oh don't worry, she'll have plenty of opportunities to annoy him (and worse). ]

I have. Someone was nice enough to offer.

[ she may end up regretting that decision, but hey. ]

[stopfen]

You're living with someone? [She couldn't talk there, she'd been dragged along by a child.] Did you know them from the last time you were here?

[Who'd look at him and just decide to take him in if they didn't know him? Maybe they thought he was a lost child...There was a few with very deep voices here.]

[dirtdevil]

[ rude. ]

I didn't know her before, but yes. Just someone who happened to have a free room.

[stopfen]

[There's probably a lot she could say to that, but at the same time, not really cause-]

People here are really friendly. Aren't they? ...A girl did the same to me when I got here. I'd known her an hour at the most and she wanted to stay with me.

[So she'd ended up looking after a 15 year old.]

[dirtdevil]

A little oddly-trusting, maybe. Not that I can complain.

[ honestly, if someone's a little odd in these circumstances, it's probably him. he knows this. ]

[stopfen]

It's more than a little trusting... I'm not sure if that says something about us.

[Or rather the place they came from, given the horror most people reacted with when she spoke of home.] I should wash Tater before the mud dries and he can't move.

[dirtdevil]

Oh, it definitely says something about us.

[ ...wait. ]

"Tater?" That's his name?

[stopfen]

Yes. He was given to me by a place called Tater tots.

[And he looked like a potato.]

[dirtdevil]

What the fuck is a tater tot?

[stopfen]

A potato biscuit...I think.

[dirtdevil]

Huh.

[ intriguing. ]

Well, whatever. Go wash your potato-dog.