[He drops the carrier somewhere inside and immediately moves to the table propped against the wall-- he rolls it into the center of the room and sets it on its feet, nudging a floor pillow with his foot and settling on it. He continues to support Karamatsu against his shoulder, unearthing a banged up grey flip phone covered in worn paw print stickers from his pocket and clicking through his mail.]
What do you like to eat, anyway? Tigers eat meat, I figure, so they probably weren't feeding you right in the shelter.
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Date: 2016-12-24 08:01 am (UTC)What do you like to eat, anyway? Tigers eat meat, I figure, so they probably weren't feeding you right in the shelter.