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[quinientos]

[ The sheepish look on his face is not one that he's proud of, especially because of what's happening immediately behind him. There's a dog on its back, all four legs in the air, and its chewing on the rope of his lasso. He only wishes that he could say this has happened to him before. ]

If anyone's seeing this, I could use a little help to get out of this...situation.

[ The dog barks. ]

I don't know if I'll get arrested for this, but I think this animal might belong to someone and is lost, so any distractions for the police would be very appreciated.

[ Another bark, like the dog approves and is enjoying its upside-down antics, kicking its legs in the air like it enjoys it. With a wary look back at the screen, Vasquez gives one last pleading look of help in a single expression. ]

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[nursetemple]

[ CLaire chuckles, bringing his hand up with hers to kiss the back of it, before letting go, sighing contently, her body still humming a little. ]

Well, it's a good thing I can whip up a decent breakfast. The perks of parents owning a diner.

[ She grunts gently. ]

You can have your morning cigarette on the balcony.

[quinientos]

On the balcony, yes, fine.

[He's mumbling the words into her shoulder as he curls in, his eyes already shut. He's not long for sensible words, so he hopes that she can understand the mumbling that he's offering, because it's the best he can do.]

You can tell me about the diner in the morning.

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[nursetemple]

[ She hums, feeling herself growing sleepier by the second, his regular breaths lulling her. ]

Sure.