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‘The Princess Bride’ sentence meme

  Mori didn’t know what to do. He was walking through Bayside, where he usually hangs around, when he saw it. Now don’t be mistaken, the man did try to ignore it. He walked past the alleyway, but stopped in his tracks, hesitated and slowly turned around. Cautiously approaching the animal, Mori crouched down and extended a non threatening hand. It was cute, the young Morinozuka admitted to himself. But he sensed something was wrong, or off about the stray. He reached to pet the dogs head when it let out a pitiful whimper. With a concerned expression Mori replied, “Hm...” Carefully examining the the dog he saw back left leg was injured pretty badly. It was bleeding and probably broken. Mori’s usual neutral expression turned into a frown. 

  Where was their a veterinary clinic in Bellevue? He had seen other citizens with pets before and several stray cats over the time he had been living here, someone had to give those animals shots he figured. Not knowing where to take the dog for help, Mori sighed. He wasn’t going to leave it there in such bad shape. Pausing, he remembered that the Bellevue hospital was only a few blocks away. He shook his head, no that didn’t make sense. The doctors would think he was crazy if he brought an injured dog to hopital for human care. Plus he didn’t particularly want to draw unnecessary attention to himself. Looking back at the dog who cried out again, he made up his mind. He would take the dog to the hospital and wait outside for a nurse or staff person to take a smoke break or change shifts. That way he didn’t disrupt the hospital and the dog got help.

Hoisting the dog up into his arms, Mori began the walk to help. He wished he could patch up the dog himself. The bleeding was one thing, but knowing he couldn’t set the dog’s leg correctly stopped him from trying to help by himself. 

// oK BUT CUTE?? this is cute???

😅 for an accidental text

[text]: No. Don’t you remember the last time you dragged me out to that place? I was in the bathroom the entire night.

He’d be lying if he wasn’t mildly concerned by the number of seashells that she was collecting, her arms overflowing with the sheer number in hand. Before they could topple back onto the sand, he took a few handfuls of the pale cream colored shells from her, wondering if he had just set himself up to end up carrying another armload for her. 

“Listen. As nice as all of these look, I’m not letting you start hoarding every last shell on this beach.” 

He actually couldn’t do anything about it, but the least he could do was pretend that he had even the faintest bit of authority.