Yea'. [ Like she's supposed to know, like it makes more physical sense than it does.
Give him a moment. He's staring at the head, the urge to snatch it right out of her hands rising, but he doesn't, for whatever reason. But she sets it down and he's...well, that's fine. Probably, right?]
How the fuck- [ Mostly mumbled over his breath. He picks the head up, turning it over, looking for the most distinct marks - the fucked up eye, a couple of stains and matted fur, a nick in the ear. Even the godawful smell. This is definitely his.]
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Give him a moment. He's staring at the head, the urge to snatch it right out of her hands rising, but he doesn't, for whatever reason. But she sets it down and he's...well, that's fine. Probably, right?]
How the fuck- [ Mostly mumbled over his breath. He picks the head up, turning it over, looking for the most distinct marks - the fucked up eye, a couple of stains and matted fur, a nick in the ear. Even the godawful smell. This is definitely his.]
Where'd you find it?