[[Again guys, sorry for the absence this week. Stuff seems to be slowing down a bit so I should be getting back to normal posting later tonight. I have a couple things to take care of on my forum rps but eh. Thank you for your patience]]
[[Sorry for the slight absence again, everybody. Things have been kind of shitty for me lately and I haven’t had much Demo muse as a resut. Hopefully things’ll get kinda better soon though, but…yeah. Just letting you guys know I might be a sparse until next week. Sorry.
Thank you to all my new followers, though]]
Blight nodded, spotting the Demoman from a distance. She had been wandering around from base to base, trying to find Snickers. She thought maybe he had seen her dog run by. The medic trotted over to him, looking harmless as usual. She smiled, "Hello! Sir! I have a question! Have you seen a small dappled dachshund?" She asked him cocking her head to the side. Once she reached him she stood there, trying to catch her breath.
Demo blinked at the blonde, female doctor, a bottle half-raised to his lips as he gave her a quick once-over. Cute, but what was she asking, exactly?
"A dappled dachshund?" He squinted, lowering his bottle and rubbing at his chin for a second as he tried to remember why that sounded a little familiar. His eye narrowed as he racked his brain, both for the meaning of the word "dachshund" and if he’d seen one. After a few quiet moments of concentration, an expression of clarity spread across his face and he snapped his fingers. "Oh! A weiner dog! Tha’s right." He looked back towards the woman, shaking his head apologetically. "Sorry, Ah haven’t. If ye need help lookin’, though, me schedule’s open."