Third Step (Video, public + private messages)

[dogwalksyou]

[Private, separately, to William Bush and Jesse Pinkman.]

I'm sorry for...startling you. I'm normally a bit more circumspect.


[Private to Morgana]

You know, we got so caught up in talking, we never did get to play. Not that it wasn't a lovely talk.

[It's not in the Puppy's overbearing eager tones; this is measured, and more knowing. It's an offer, not a plea.]


[Public]

[The Dog looks a bit abashed.]

If anyone finds any, ah. Floating sticks that seem intent on throwing themselves. Let me know, please.

Comments

[Private]

[unknownsoldier]

Deck. One hour.

[Private]

[dogwalksyou]

Okay.

[And she's there.]

[Spam]

[unknownsoldier]

[Zack would have left the stick floating where it is, but he was too curious. When the Dog arrives, he is tossing it in the air.]

How is it floating?

[Spam]

[dogwalksyou]

It's got some of my magic on it. In it. I wasn't being very careful, as a puppy.

[Spam]

[unknownsoldier]

[He eyes the stick, now extremely wary, before he hands it back to her.]