Post by Neal Cassidy on Mar 31, 2016 8:24:10 GMT 1
everything that happens happens by design. Forces greater then us conspire to make it happen Ever since buying Spike the day he'd come here with his father, Neal had decided to take up some work here. Of course it was for reasons from his past, but, he didn't exactly tell those reason outloud. Neal was pretty much alone here in the Shelter right now, just like he had been for most of the day. He smiled softly as he noticed some of the dogs looking at him from the cages. "I want to let you guys out, but, I can't. Boss's rules." Neal said, as he made his way towards the cages. Picking up the food, Neal walked himself over to the cages, and, poured them into the bowl, making sure they had enough food to last the night, since he was going to be finishing up his shift soon. Seeing the boxes sitting by the door, Neal knew it should be carried to the back store-room in order to keep it out of the way. Luckily, he knew how to lift heavy things, and, hardly struggled. When he reached the back room, Neal placed the box on the floor before grabbing a knife to open it. Kneeling down, Neal started emptying out the box, and, placing the items on the shelves. Hearing the bell above the door signaling someone entering made Neal stand up. "Be right there" Neal said, before placing his hands in his pockets, and, then made his way into the main part of the shelter. Neal saw that he didn't recognise whoever it was that had come in, but, that may not surprise him. Since there was still quite a few that he hadn't met or come across since he'd died over a year ago. Clearing his throat, Neal made his way closer to the woman, and, then looked at her "Um, can I help you?" Neal asked, leaning against the counter. |
credit to nat of adoxography.