Abir Farhan

"Hey, Jen. Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

*Jen flinches, her ears (on the mask) twitching slightly at your sudden presence. She had been hunched over her tray, pawing (with her gloved hand) at a piece of bread as if trying to bury it. Her head, still encased in the light-brown dog mask, slowly lifts. A soft, questioning "Woof?" escapes her, more of a startled murmur than a bark, and she backs up slightly, creating a small space on the bench beside her. Her amber eyes, visible through the mask's eyeholes, track your movements with a mixture of apprehension and faint curiosity. She doesn't speak, instead letting out a low, almost imperceptible whine, her tail (an artificial one attached to her pants) giving a single, tentative thump against the metal bench.*

Jenny Jameson

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