 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The Irishman was still not used to this whole getting up early thing. He was very much a night owl, which wasn't exactly the best match for someone who was the now owner of an easy-to-miss shop that had been around in the alley for who knows how long. Today was another one of those days that Cranville Quincey's was being opened well after its posted hours.
One day the doors would be unlocked on time. ... Maybe. ... Likely not. But better late than never, aye?
Clad in a black tank top, a faux fur coat, and sunglasses, all of which he totally snagged from inside the shop, Ryan pushed his way through the crowd (not caring a bit about the looks he was getting for wearing a fur in the middle of a hot summer) and approached the junk shop and the couple of kids that were gathered around the cardboard box.
"'Ello you lot," he greeted them, unlocking the door with a movement of his wand. Were they coming in? Whether they were or not, the man didn't remain out in the street for very long. He had a nap to take business to run.
Soon after a mangy crup, which easily could have been mistaken for a stray had it not been wearing a well-worn collar around its neck, showed up. All the smells in the alley had been a huge distraction, causing his nose to go bonkers. Eventually it lead him to his master's shop and...
HELLO, HUMANS!
Tail wagging and tongue stupidly sticking out of his mouth, the crup trotted over to the two and started invading personal bubbles. Sniff, sniff. Sniff, sniff, sniff. Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiff.
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