Walle Forthright

Elle smiled and nodded along agreeing with them. “Oh i’m sure Bruno will get over it.” she chuckled waving her hand about like it wasn’t a big deal. “He’s spoiled, I work a lot of extra jobs and I feel awful I’m not home enough for him now so all my extra money goes to a dog walker, so I’m sure he’s a happy camper to get his walks in.” she told them. “Do you and Roachie live around here?” 

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“Oh, that’s cool,” they said with a smile. “Where all did you work?” They were genuinely curious about this, which led him to asking the girl questions about herself without having to consciously make themselves. “Oh, yeah, over there,” they said, pointing in the general direction of their apartment building. “Like... ten blocks that way.” They turned back with a small smile and asked “Do you?”

       Meg’s brows raised at them, not sure how to respond when they asked if a pretty rock would make her feel better. It was a question she hadn’t been expecting. Blinking, she let her brows fall back into place. “It might,” she shrugged. 

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Walle brought out their over the shoulder bag and placed it on the table. They began rummaging through the pockets until they found what they were looking for. They smiled at the light pink rock shaped like a heart and placed it on the woman’s table. “I think you need it more than I do,” they said with a supportive nod.

Evelyn chuckled at the other’s words it was cute to think what people’s first thoughts of her words usually were. “Not so much a great housekeeper, but he does grab things for me, snakes are pretty strong even one as small as Juju” She replied looking at the other nodding her head “I suppose not, puppies and cats are the more appropriate types of pets but Juju has been with me for years. I love him as your love Roachie, which I suppose could still be quite weird for others.”

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“That... makes more sense,” they said simply, feeling a little stupid that their first thought was a snake trying to sweep the floors. They then shook their head. “It’s weird, but it’s cool,” they assured her. “Scary at first, for sure, but like... still cool.” They then asked “Is he a rescue? Or did you go to the snake store?”

        Casimir watched as the dog bounded up to him, bending down to greet it once it had jumped up onto him. Luckily he had not been wearing a suit on his day off, the dog only getting mud on one of his few t-shirts. Hearing the stranger’s voice, he watched as Walle picked up the dog. Sucking in a sharp breath, he stood up, the edge of his lips kicked up into a smirk. “It’s okay. I’m sure he did, but he did nothing wrong. It’s just a little mud. Everyone will survive…unless we don’t.”

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That “unless we don’t” confused Walle and frightened them a little; what did that mean? Was he allergic to mud? That would be terrible, but that wasn’t really possible, right? But they tried to reassure the other. “I can pay to get it washed off,” they said, reaching into their pocket to grab their wallet. They didn’t have much in their savings, but they were sure they’d have enough to get one thing dry cleaned; it was their fault, after all.

     “It’s easy to forget something so small, I suppose” she nodded gently. “Really?” Wendy couldn’t help but grin at them. It was comforting to meet somebody that was so similar to her. “Mine too” she giggled. “Away with the fairies was one of the most common comments on my record cards…Also not wrong” Wendy explained, smirking softly as she looked over at Walle. “Imagination isn’t a terrible thing to have, though”

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     “They look good on you” Sylvia nodded gently. She had always been quite lucky in the fact that her hair was naturally straight, making it easy to just wear down if she was feeling uncreative. She wasn’t a huge fan of the way that her scalp hurt when her hair was pulled back into a pony for too long, either. “They are. They’re really cool” she grinned, eyes lighting up at the green light to talk about them. “Did you know that there are over 30,000 different species of fish?” she asked, raising her brow as she looked at the other. “I do, yeah. I’m studying marine biology. Do you?”

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