( why? he wants to ask, but. like before, he refrains. he and jason are... so similar in ways neither of them are comfortable to admit, so. he thinks he gets it. even if he's not so sure he wants to think about it.
a glance to the pup, he sighs to himself, moving past jason to go for the midnight purple car, popping open the trunk to grab a duffel bag he slings over his shoulder and a paper bag that has some dog food in it. nope. not keeping the pup at all. )
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a glance to the pup, he sighs to himself, moving past jason to go for the midnight purple car, popping open the trunk to grab a duffel bag he slings over his shoulder and a paper bag that has some dog food in it. nope. not keeping the pup at all. )
You want to feed them?