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entranceway2017-12-10 12:45 pm
charlastan) wrote in entranceway2017-12-10 12:45 pm
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[Stan isn't really sure how to begin this message, or what say first. The beginning of the post catches him in a rare moment of being entirely unsure what to say. There's a German Shepard by his side who nudges him and whines a little, as if it knows he's sad. There's two cats curled up nearby, but both intently watching what's going on.]
Shh, don't make this harder!
[He's not a total monster though, so he scritches behind the dog's ears as he talks.]
So, uh. ...I've got a couple animals I need to re-home. This dog's Newt, and that cat over there's Archie. I think they're short for Newton and Archi...medes?
[He looks at the cat as if for confirmation, and the cat looks vaguely put out by the question and meows at him.]
...Anyway, um. They belonged to my brother Stanford, but...his room's all empty and they kinda wandered down the hall to me, and I can't take care of four animals. Heck, I can barely take care of myself half the time! I've still got my cat Freeloader here, and his owl's pretty good at takin' care of himself-- [There's a hoot off-screen.] --but the other two...they need someone else to look after 'em. The cat's got six toes on his paws, and the dog's good for, uh. [He's making an attempt to be discrete about his brother's PTSD business.] ...Emotional stuff, I guess.
[Stan sounds tired. He should have known this would happen sooner or later, but he wasn't ready for it at all. He'd gotten too comfortable with Ford being around. But, at least needing to give away his animals will let him spread the news that Ford's gone without talking about Ford being gone. He should be used to being alone, but it stings even more now that they had patched things up.
He takes a deep breath, and says the only thing that might betray how terrible he feels to anyone who knows him. He won't look at the screen, and makes none of his usual showman gestures.]
They're free to a good home, first come first serve.
Shh, don't make this harder!
[He's not a total monster though, so he scritches behind the dog's ears as he talks.]
So, uh. ...I've got a couple animals I need to re-home. This dog's Newt, and that cat over there's Archie. I think they're short for Newton and Archi...medes?
[He looks at the cat as if for confirmation, and the cat looks vaguely put out by the question and meows at him.]
...Anyway, um. They belonged to my brother Stanford, but...his room's all empty and they kinda wandered down the hall to me, and I can't take care of four animals. Heck, I can barely take care of myself half the time! I've still got my cat Freeloader here, and his owl's pretty good at takin' care of himself-- [There's a hoot off-screen.] --but the other two...they need someone else to look after 'em. The cat's got six toes on his paws, and the dog's good for, uh. [He's making an attempt to be discrete about his brother's PTSD business.] ...Emotional stuff, I guess.
[Stan sounds tired. He should have known this would happen sooner or later, but he wasn't ready for it at all. He'd gotten too comfortable with Ford being around. But, at least needing to give away his animals will let him spread the news that Ford's gone without talking about Ford being gone. He should be used to being alone, but it stings even more now that they had patched things up.
He takes a deep breath, and says the only thing that might betray how terrible he feels to anyone who knows him. He won't look at the screen, and makes none of his usual showman gestures.]
They're free to a good home, first come first serve.
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[He might emotionally hold himself together with duct tape and bubble gum but he's got this! ...Probably?]
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[duct-taping your emotions together is a surefire way to stay sane]