#m;elyssa

“sasha!” the girl sighs -- the malamute has trotted a bit aways from her, effectively (and rather suddenly) cutting off the walkway with her leash, in front of someone trying to walk there. “i’m sorry,” ely offers, gently tugging the service dog back. “she’s... technically still in training.”

it’s not the first time she’s looked completely lost and confused while wandering the city. sure, maybe she’s lived here a couple of years, but she never gets used to it. there’s just something inherently not… alaska. doesn’t even realize she’s stopped short in the middle of the sidewalk, her malamute tugging on the leash before setting down beside her. together, they’re nearly taking up the whole walk. “that building is just…. do you see that? it’s like a giant mirror. isn’t that a traffic hazard?”

elyssa blinks. “wow. you’re --- dramatic.” all she had asked was if he was okay. she hadn’t really cared, it just seemed the courteous thing to do. her grip on sasha’s service vest tightens, and she glances down at the patiently sitting malamute. “um, d’you wanna pet my dog?” she’s a ptsd trained dog, so this seems an appropriate situation at the very least.

{txt: ej} pyjamas can be people clothes -e{txt: ej} unless you sleep naked. in which case please wear people clothes. -e{txt: ej} be... casual? -e

it’s not the first time she’s looked completely lost and confused while wandering the city. sure, maybe she’s lived here a couple of years, but she never gets used to it. there’s just something inherently not... alaska. doesn’t even realize she’s stopped short in the middle of the sidewalk, her husky tugging on the leash before setting down beside her. together, they’re nearly taking up the whole walk. “that building is just.... do you see that? it’s like a giant mirror. isn’t that a traffic hazard?”