Room 512, Thursday morning

[rebelheartalien]

Michael was in his room, sprawled out on his bed with Tether alternately sleeping and exploring.

None of Brooke's shoes had teethmarks. Really.

[ooc: door closed to keep Tetherpups in, post open! And now in the right place!]

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[gobrooke_urself]

Brooke had found an elsewhere to be overnight, not wanting to come in from radio all late and have a puppy all up on her, so when she came back into the room, she greeted him with, "Roomie who can't warn a girl!"

[rebelheartalien]

"I didn't get any warning either", he pointed out. "Voicemail from Ino saying 'Cable's an idiot, go get the dog'."

[gobrooke_urself]

"Yeah, but I found out from radio notes. While on radio. This is when you maybe make a quick call, leave a little voicemail, just a little 'Hey, Brooke, we have a fuzzy little visitor', maybe while you had him all day at work?" she suggested. And really, she wouldn't have been bothered if she had had some kind- any kind- of warning whatsoever. "I could be allergic, you know. I could have petrifying fear of dogs. Or what if I didn't want a dog around?"

[rebelheartalien]

"Then... I'd have... given him to Tom to look after. Or Andrew", Michael offered.

Honestly, he'd probably have moved out into the Park or one of the restaurants for the duration.