Arlo 2, for her part, was just waking up with the sound of voices and was...cautiously optimistic at the opportunity for new friends, even though it was a little confusing, that Rosa didn't smell anything like Rosa even though she sort of looked the same, and That New Guy was....completely Some Other New Guy, apparently.
But Some Other New Guy was clearly her type of guy with a greeting like that. She stood up from her bed and let out a bright, agreeing bark, because, yeah, she totally was a good dog, and hurried over to meet him for those scritches that were clearly implied in those questions.
Meanwhile, Sonia was caught between not knowing whether she shouldn't look or whether it really couldn't be helped that she did. On the one hand, she didn't even know this man's name. On the other hand, she had to sort of appreciate that this was a definite step up from Antonio Marquez's father with the wooden leg that he lost in the flood. This whole thing, confusing as it was, seemed like a pretty big step up, really. Nice bed, nice room, nice man, nice dog...
...which meant that Gloria was likely to step in at any moment and just ruin it all for Sonia, probably. So she was caught between feeling like she shouldn't look, not helping that she did, and occasionally glaring at the door expectantly.
"What is your name?" she tentatively asked, figuring she might as well get that much in while she could.
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But Some Other New Guy was clearly her type of guy with a greeting like that. She stood up from her bed and let out a bright, agreeing bark, because, yeah, she totally was a good dog, and hurried over to meet him for those scritches that were clearly implied in those questions.
Meanwhile, Sonia was caught between not knowing whether she shouldn't look or whether it really couldn't be helped that she did. On the one hand, she didn't even know this man's name. On the other hand, she had to sort of appreciate that this was a definite step up from Antonio Marquez's father with the wooden leg that he lost in the flood. This whole thing, confusing as it was, seemed like a pretty big step up, really. Nice bed, nice room, nice man, nice dog...
...which meant that Gloria was likely to step in at any moment and just ruin it all for Sonia, probably. So she was caught between feeling like she shouldn't look, not helping that she did, and occasionally glaring at the door expectantly.
"What is your name?" she tentatively asked, figuring she might as well get that much in while she could.