stop & shop

Of all the livestock they'd managed to capture, the sheep had been the least headache and the most rewarding. The goats were on his shitlist, though he could be grateful they weren't really his problem. Well, they weren't until they were... no more fucking goats, okay? There had to be other options, though pigs weren't the play. Too much digging would cause erosion that they couldn't afford. Emus... there's an option. Were there even emu vendors out here? It's probably too far north.

Wake is, admittedly, distracted. So distracted in fact, that he doesn't see the girl as he winds through the market. Another long drag from his spliff, turning to exhale away from the crowd and-- "Fuck," a smoky cough. He'd walked straight into her, nearly tripping over his own paws in the process. "Shit, sorry." Though his tone is sheepish, the same easy, confident grin he always carried snakes over his features. Replacing the dreamy thoughtlessness, Wake wouldn't forget himself, even with the social faux pas at hand.

"Wake"