#c.jasper.finch

There was finally a moment CJ had to himself, not being coerced into doing shots or coaxed into a game of bowling. It had been mad fun, don't get it twisted, but it occured to him that all of this drinking and bowling and dancing really worked up an apetite.

And he had paid for a shitload of pizza.

So, taking the break, he made his way over to where the pizzas were lined out on a long table, grabbing a slice withe most toppings, nodding at the person stood there. They seemed familiar, and CJ vaguely recalled Phoebe greeting them with ease earlier, so as far as the racing track owner was concerned, they were a friend!

"Yo dude! Jacob right?" Okay, so he wasn't best with names, but they for sure had a J name. "Thanks for stopping by! You having a good time?"

Sundays were lazy days, at least where Phoebe was concerned. But with Foster — who wasn't working for once — it was apparently a day to get a run in, or go to the gym, or do some activity that she wasn't up for. Sure, she liked going for strolls or even proper hikes, but the former was more in line with a romantic date, and the latter had been tainted since her less than savoury run-in with that weird man on the hiking path. But at least neither required her using machines she didn't understand, or having to jog.

So, when Foster headed out for his workout — with his one request for her being to think about what she wanted for dinner later that evening — she decided to really utilize the calmness of Sunday by inviting the most serene person she knew over, with the promise of having a glimpse of a couple of chapters of what she worked on at the retreat, and unlimited Misty time.

"Y'know, we were looking into taking her to therapy but I think the catnip toys are actually starting to work." She mused once the librarian had arrived as Misty examined the latest guest. "Or maybe she's just pretending to be really nice and chill in front of company and the minute you leave she'll swipe at my ankles, or bite me."

In between King Charles, Spider the Snake, and Snake the Spider, there were plenty of reasons for CJ to be in the pet store. He thought animals were neat, and was grateful of like, all the creatures that lived on Noah’s ark, it was only cats he was allergic to. After a moment of contemplating, pausing in the entrance of the pet store as the thought hit him, he also decided fish could get fucked. But they weren’t on the ark, right? Because of the gills…

Hmm, with that train of thought, CJ decided his initial thought and point still stood.

Anyway, he was in the pet store, because he wanted to spoil what he guessed were his step-kids, even though they were animals and not babies (and he couldn’t confirm it, but he was sure that Charles was like, some old-timey god trapped in a crusty white dog body thus older than he and Seb combined), just like how he’d spoil his human nieces. Or like any pets of his friends (except Phoebe’s cat because she was allegedly evil, and also a cat and also half-belonged to Foster who could get fucked). 

“Shit, where do you even start here?” He asked aloud, wandering up and down the aisles, separated into their respective categories. Snakes and spiders sadly didn’t have many accessories, but just meant that Charles could get spoiled in the way he — as royalty — deserved. He turned into the aisle of dog toys and accessories, noticing a familiar figure up the aisle. “Jasper right?” He called out with a large grin, “I didn’t know you had a dog, that’s so cool — shit that’s adorable!” He picked up a plush coffee cup, examining it briefly before frowning as a new thought struck him. “I was gonna say, would really give King Charles some Caffélicious rep, but like, the idea of this little dude having eyes is kinda freak, right?”