Date: 2017-08-09 12:46 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"You feed him... You can't feed him pizza, Phoukah. Bloody hell, he- Wait, Keats talks to you?" Fin asked.

Winter had always claimed to be talking to the dog, sure, but it was Winter, and he seemed to talk to any and all animals that would listen to him. Fin had never been certain he really believed the animals were saying anything in return. For all he knew Phillip was just a tubby mental budgie that knew how to get a free meal.
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