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Post by Grace Harper on Jun 11, 2008 15:54:08 GMT -5
Gracie grinned, she was a bit more at ease with the fact of Marci saying yes. "This club allows dogs," This had been one have the first that Gracie had heard of, and she thought she should explain herself. "They even have pet drinks!" She bursted out.
It was uncomfortable between the girls for what felt like to be an hour, but turned out to be only two minutes. Sighing, Grace calmed herself a bit, and grabbed onto her bag once again. She patted Roscoe on the head, before gathering her things.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 11, 2008 18:37:06 GMT -5
Marci was a bit surprised to hear that pets were allowed, but she did smile. "Sounds cool." She said before looking down to her German Shepherd, who in turn looked up at her. When Grace said they had pet drinks, Marci raised an eyebrow. "Like, water?" She asked, what else did pets drink?
When Grace pet Roscoe on the head, he put his head down, a bit hand shy still. With the exception of Marci.
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Post by Grace Harper on Jun 12, 2008 16:18:25 GMT -5
Grace shrugged, calming herself down a bit. "I don't really know, I've never brought my dog." She told Marci. "I could go get her, if you want." Her dog would love the idea of coming along, she was playful. Smiley was a yorkie, and loved bigger dogs. Roscoe would be the perfect pal for him.
But Gracie still had a gut feeling about this girl. She seemed a bit strange, like she was hiding something. But Grace shook it off, it was probably just all in her head. It happened everytime she met someone who was part of the supernatural. She was paranoid.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 12, 2008 17:30:59 GMT -5
Marci smiled a little, "If you want to, go ahead. Roscoe loves to meet new dogs." It was true, Roscoe liked to make new friends, but sometimes he could be a bit shy around others. Which surprised people because of how big he is.
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