 Ern's Walmart Greeter
Wesley nodded, a small grin forming on his face. "He's a little brown and uh.. white bulldog. Nothing magical about him, but he's err.. still a good boy, i suppose." The man nodded again at Brett's next words. "Yes. He just sits around there in his crate until i come home." Poor thing all cooped up. He just didn't want to come home to torn up furniture.
So.. not too bad then? "Well, uh.. that's good then. Constantly on your toes then, eh?" he grinned, remember how the rush got even though he had only been through it once before. It had definitely been interesting times.
Wesley nodded, uncertain of how to respond to that. He had always been horrible at keep conversation, and small talk of course. Nearly forgot.. "Huh?" the man tilted his head to the side a bit, wary of what he could have forgotten.
Okay.. now he was growing worried. A customer had dropped off a little pouch for him? What was inside? He glanced at it, brown eyes squinting curiously as he took it from Brett, gently stroking the material. "A magic pouch that holds- Oh. Wow, i do errr.. remember that customer now." He smiled thoughtfully, clearly surprised yet appreciative that the young girl had indeed remembered him. "How sweet." he stated simply, wondering how he could possibly return her favor.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________
_____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine
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