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riverviewlogs2018-08-08 10:03 pm
wingedman) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-08-08 10:03 pm
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who: sam & stephen (616) [closed]
what: you can never have too many dogs, especially when one is incorporeal
when: idk early august sometime
where: the sanctum sanctorum
warnings: doggos
When Sam let himself in the front door of the Sanctum after work, both Wong (in his recently evolved form) and Sirius rushed him, pressing close to his legs. "Everything okay, you guys?" Sam frowned down at the two canines. Surely the mice would have found some way to tell him if something was wrong at the Sanctum, even if Stephen himself was incapacitated.
(It was, perhaps, a measure of how weird Sam's life had become that he didn't even think twice about using talking mice as a warning system.)
He took a quick peek in the living room, but the mice were in the trees - a soft "Hail!" went up from the handful who noticed him - and going about their daily business, whatever that was. He tried not to think too much about what the mice did.
"Stephen?" He headed upstairs to the sorcerer's room, but both dogs refused to go past the door. "Is everything okay?"
what: you can never have too many dogs, especially when one is incorporeal
when: idk early august sometime
where: the sanctum sanctorum
warnings: doggos
When Sam let himself in the front door of the Sanctum after work, both Wong (in his recently evolved form) and Sirius rushed him, pressing close to his legs. "Everything okay, you guys?" Sam frowned down at the two canines. Surely the mice would have found some way to tell him if something was wrong at the Sanctum, even if Stephen himself was incapacitated.
(It was, perhaps, a measure of how weird Sam's life had become that he didn't even think twice about using talking mice as a warning system.)
He took a quick peek in the living room, but the mice were in the trees - a soft "Hail!" went up from the handful who noticed him - and going about their daily business, whatever that was. He tried not to think too much about what the mice did.
"Stephen?" He headed upstairs to the sorcerer's room, but both dogs refused to go past the door. "Is everything okay?"