#panderseck

There’s light illuminating his fingers, a perfect beam of setting or rising sun. His watch has stopped and the clock on the dashboard has shattered in the impact. It’s enough of a collision that Hunter expects for a minute that his legs won’t work but he can free them and eventually crawl out of the loosely hanging door. The entire front of the vehicle has been left unrecognisably crumpled. He can’t see what he hit, primarily because his right eye is foggy and pinkish, a cut to his brow above it.

      He gasps, “------ dogs!” Eyes gaping wide and a smile stretching all across his face, he’s on his knees at once, arms open and hands roughly patting any and every patch of fur he can get them on. Glancing up to the person that seems in charge of all this blessed goodness, his voice sounds wondrous, if not jealous, “These're all yours?”

@panderseck.

      “Fine, if that’s what you want. But no poppy seeds -- somethin’ else.” 

@panderseck.

      Something about this person just gives him the fucking creeps. He tries to smile, he always does - but it comes across as something crooked and broken, more of a snarling, fearful animal than an actual kind gesture. “So... no clue how to get to the Discount Inn over in Middleburg?”