[Written/Action for Lobby]

[beaglehaslanded.livejournal.com]

[There is a dog sitting in the lobby and using a typewriter.]

Dogs have an excellent sense of direction. Some dogs can track their owners across hundreds of miles.

I wonder how they did it?

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[beaglehaslanded.livejournal.com]

(Still very strange. I wonder if she will feed me.)

[entailing.livejournal.com]

... If you want.

[by this point, she's moved on to wondering how he's doing the thought-projection thing]

[beaglehaslanded.livejournal.com]

(Suppertime?)

[The roundheaded kid never fed him early.]

[entailing.livejournal.com]

[a blink. Now would be time for...like...an extremely late supper?]

Tonight?

[beaglehaslanded.livejournal.com]

(What?)

[entailing.livejournal.com]

Oh. Erm. [does breakfast figure in dog lingo???] Never mind. You want something to eat?

[beaglehaslanded.livejournal.com]

(Yes please.)

[entailing.livejournal.com]

[well, since he asked so nicely!]

I'll be back in a bit. [...] Or would you prefer to come with me?

[beaglehaslanded.livejournal.com]

(I can wait.)

[entailing.livejournal.com]

[a nod, and she's off! About twenty minutes later, Sayaka will return with a plate borrowed from the kitchen and some ham slices]

[beaglehaslanded.livejournal.com]

(SUPPERTIME!)

[And a jazzy soundtrack starts playing out of nowhere as the dog starts up a dance routine.]

[entailing.livejournal.com]

[once more, the question of how he does that resurfaces in her mind...this is some crazy trip, son :O

at a loss for words, she'll just place the plate on the ground, mesmerized by his dancing]