imagine you are laying in elliots bed, smoking a cigarette as you hack away at something meaningless to you. flipper jumps in your lap, nearly messing everything up. you let out a sigh of relief, petting her, the feeling of her hair running through your fingers giving you a tingly feeling all through your body. you never quite understood why dogs made you feel that way.
you hear the door unlock, then a bag being placed on the ground. its elliot, hes home!
"who the fuck are you and why are you in my house."
