((Well. My Mom Unit stole my laptop and has put me on a schedule; "when you wake up, dishes, quick cleaning, ect. Then school, homework, any other dishes, garbage, at least half an hour outside. Then, and only then, will you have your laptop back." So. Forgive me for being so long and if I will have problems replying in the future.))
Vadin Leo Bruce
The bus behind Vadin backed away. So, there he was; patting the gigantic Rottweiler, no items claimed in his name; only the ripped and torn leather jacket he wore, the decent-but-gigantic shirt, his ripped jeans, his combat boots, and the under-packed backpack he kept on his shoulders. Two cars pulled up, and Vadin was still standing there, unsure what to do. Then, two people emerged from the cars, and met up; talked, shook hands, and whatever else most humans did when they met someone new...
Vadin really didn't want to socialize; but the dog did.
Once again, the dog took off, this time towards the male and female. And, once again, Vadin raced after her.
Mission had jumped in front of the two just as they seemed to start walking.
You idiot! he mumbled, laughing as he caught the dog, his accent still clear through his words.
I'm sorry. We've been a bus for who-knows-how-long. He pulled the dog closer to him by her collar, sure to keep his eyes locked on his boots. He reached up with one hand, grasped a strand of wild, frizzy, dishwater-colored hair and tried to flatten it, unsuccessfully. He brought the same hand down and, obsessively compulsively, scratched his thumb with his other fingers.
Vadin Leo Bruce
The bus behind Vadin backed away. So, there he was; patting the gigantic Rottweiler, no items claimed in his name; only the ripped and torn leather jacket he wore, the decent-but-gigantic shirt, his ripped jeans, his combat boots, and the under-packed backpack he kept on his shoulders. Two cars pulled up, and Vadin was still standing there, unsure what to do. Then, two people emerged from the cars, and met up; talked, shook hands, and whatever else most humans did when they met someone new...
Vadin really didn't want to socialize; but the dog did.
Once again, the dog took off, this time towards the male and female. And, once again, Vadin raced after her.
Mission had jumped in front of the two just as they seemed to start walking.
You idiot! he mumbled, laughing as he caught the dog, his accent still clear through his words.
I'm sorry. We've been a bus for who-knows-how-long. He pulled the dog closer to him by her collar, sure to keep his eyes locked on his boots. He reached up with one hand, grasped a strand of wild, frizzy, dishwater-colored hair and tried to flatten it, unsuccessfully. He brought the same hand down and, obsessively compulsively, scratched his thumb with his other fingers.






