Marching March [Closed]

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Sherry's legs hurt. A kind of dull, irritating, throbbing ache that made her want to do a lot of nothing. She watched Boon jump around spastically in her room from her seat at the base of her bed. Every once in a while, the alien dog would run up with a toy of some sort (his current favorite toy was a wad of knotted rags from some of the clothing Sherry'd grown out of), she would throw it, and the dog would try to eat her book.

At least Boon was nothing if not predictable. "No..! Boon! No! Books aren't snacks!" Sherry held the book over her head, the dog licked her face eagerly, "Get the toy! The toy! Not my---auuugh! That's my face! What've you been eating, your breath is horrib---ewww!"

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[letmelive]

"Oh no!" Claire jumped up to help Sherry with the dog, moving to grab him. "Drop it, Boon!" The dog shied away from her, but she managed to get her arms around his middle and held him still.

"Drop. It."

[boulderkiller.livejournal.com]

"You're stuck looking after my sister and a puppy? Looks like you've got your hands full, Sherry." Chris uncrossed his arms and stepped further into the room. "Need some help?"

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" Sherry gave Chris a look, one that perhaps wasn't yet Zombies have eaten all of my friends and I am alone, but still pretty frantic, anyway. If it wasn't clear she really valued her books before, it was probably crystal now.

Boon, however, continued the fight, stubbornly refusing to put the book down.