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She would keep scratching there as long as his leg kicked like a puppy's leg. She would give a happy hum as her tail wags

His leg wouldn't stop kicking until that spot was not being itches. Soon he shook his head and shivered "thank you very much"

She would gently kiss him as he sits in her lap

The tired scientist entered the bar with a briefcase and his phone in his hand. "One can of cola," he ordered to Claude. Townley set his briefcase beside him on the floor and fished through his pant pocket for his wallet. He pulled out his wallet and handed Claude a five dollar bill. In his wallet, there is a photo of younger him and his son, Veritas, who was 5 at the time of the photo was taken. The both of them were enjoying ice cream in a county fair.

he blushes and hid his face again, still shy about showing affection in public "but...we can be seen..."

Insert M1917, with her rifle in hand...sort of, because it was disassembled for cleaning, and a cigarette in her mouth, because, why wouldn't you smoke and clean?

Townley grabbed the cold can of cola and his briefcase then sat at a table near the fireplace. The mere thought of being cold brought shivers down his spine. He opened his briefcase and pulled out some paperwork to work on.

Soon, she finishes her rifle cleaning, and then reassembled her rifle, storing it away in some pocket dimension—She's not breaking the rules, after all?

Kyle bought Enfield a drink.

He stepped into the bar. This time he was without his son. He looked insanely annoyed. He sat at the bar.

After a while, Townley looked around the bar and popped his knuckles. Each one made a satisfying cracking sound. He then readjusted his tie and pushed up his reading glasses before returning back to paperwork.

Linda set down a drink for Dr. Townley to enjoy. "Here, I bought you a drink. Hardworking men like you deserve one." She smiled warmly.

Townley looked up at the blonde woman who brought him a drink. "Thank you." He take a long gulp of the gifted drink then finished up with his last page. The scientist then signed his signature at the bottom.

He would order a scotch on ice and rubbed his temples after removing his glasses and setting them on the bar. He let out a sigh.

Claude slid the glass of scotch on ice to Todd. Normally she wouldn't ask anyone how they are doing, but being a bartender is her current job. Talking to folks happens to be a bartender's duty. "Anything wrong, Sugah?"

"Trying to stay on my good side, or strike up a conversation or something?"

"Neither." Kyle smirked, "I saw you cleaning your rifle. I respect gun nuts. Figured I'd buy you a drink."

"I lost a patient today. Little saucer-eyed ten-year-old girl." He said with a trembling sigh. "I can't stop thinking about it, and it made me think of my son..."

"It needed to be cleaned, it hasn't been ever since I got back from the Somne. Erm...I think anyway. Maybe it was a different time."

Claude simply frowned and was looking for something to say to the doctor that didn't sound nihilistic. "I'm sure ya did everything you could to save the girl," she said.