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{{ Alrightio, typing up my first reply soon but I won't post until later :3

[doncaster.]

--I better start now since I'm losing a battle to procrastination XD--

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Patch groaned gently as he felt a rough tongue rasp over his cheek. He forced his pale blue eyes open to catch sight of the bright eyes bull terrier looking down at him enthusiastically with her pink tongue hanging from her mouth. Patch sighed and scratched her head affectionately. Over the years, he had grown extremely attached to the cheerful dog, she was always there when he needed company. "Who needs alarm clocks when I've got you eh?" he mused, the tiredness in his voice signifying that he wasn't fully awake yet. With a sigh, the lanky boy tossed his bed sheets away from his body and sat up, the air was cool in his apartment and it closed in on his shirtless torso. Patch shivered slightly and wrapped his arms around himself. His ribs and spine were still visible through his pale skin. This triggered another sigh as the boy stood up and headed for the bathroom. He turned the know on the shower and held his hand under the water to feel for it warming up. It was definitely taking it's time to get to an appropriate temperature. A bark pulled him from his thoughts as Patch looked back to see Darla sitting beside her food bowl. Patch smiled, "sorry girl," he apologised as he wandered over to pick up a large bag of dog food and emptied some into her bowl. He chuckled as she tucked in to her meal. Patch returned to the bathroom and took a shower before changing into some black skinny jeans, a purple tee-shirt and a dark blue hoodie. He wasn't particularly hungry this morning, but over the past few years he'd forgotten what the difference was between being not hungry and just not wanting to eat. With a soft shrug Patch headed for the door. He would pick something up if he felt like it later. Darla barked in protest and ran after him, not fond of being left by herself. The dark haired boy held the door open as the dog bounded out and ran ahead of him to make her way down the stairs. Patch locked his apartment with the silver key he kept tucked in his back pocket. He quickly made sure he had his phone and started heading down the stairs after the dog, calling out to her to ensure she didn't get too far ahead.