*and he’s walking grape. jack sucks on his bottom lip as Roxy is quite content to be carried by her daddy, at least until she spots a german shepherd across the road. she begins to bark, loudly, and jumps out of his arms and if it weren’t for the leash she would have run out at the dog. much like a little dog, picking fights beyond their league*
r-roxy! n-no, bad girl! n-no…! *he gently tugs, pulling her away even if the shepherd across the road barely notices*
He hadn’t denied it so she figured she was right. She became lost in thought, wondering what their first meeting would be like and how well they’d get along. She imagined Roxanne, from what she had seen from the news report, fit quite well at Jack’s side and would probably help him out of his shell.
“Oh look, there’s the little cafe,” she remarked, her train of thought breaking.
*they came to a stop outside and he peered in side. it seemed nice enough, certainly bright… he smiles, and looks at her* i-it looks wonderful! …oh! oh uh… roxy… d-do they let dogs in or… *looks around outside for a place to tie her up. good thing he had put a little purple jumper on her before inside the apartment…*
Jack Maple 