fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 05/03 ].

Turtle Wexler was encountering a major problem, on a day where one problem just seemed to build and build and build, so a major problem was definitely major. Because, as if breaking up with your boyfriend in a horrible, awful, icky, make-you-feel-like-dirt way wasn't enough, there was still the fact that you still lived with him and you couldn't spend more than two minutes inside your room without breaking out into bawling sobs.

Jeff had said something about seeing her in the room later, but she just couldn't take it right now. It was time for a sleeping bag, dragged down several flights of stairs to her old stomping ground, curling up on a corner of the couch, and eating a lot of chocolate ice cream, and that's where she intended on staying, even at the risk of being kicked out or having things drawn on her face once she passed out into fitful sleep.

She probably had a while to go before that.

And, God. There was no way she could get through a radio tonight, either.

Life just suuuucked.

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From the stairwell there came some sounds of a struggle. Then there were shouts of "No! Wait! Come back here!"

And ten seconds later a familiar looking St. Bernard came bounding into the room and straight at a certain emo teenager.

Turtle stared.

Of all the...

"Noooooooo! No!" she brandished her spoon at Nana, backing up into the corner of the couch, and trying to look as menacing as one could with red eyes and a dripping nose from crying. "You are not doing this right now!"

If anything, this right here was the ultimate proof that this dog was evil demon spawn. Not only evil demon spawn, but evil demon spawn with really bad timing.

Funny. The dog didn't miss a step. In fact it went into full pouncing mode onto Turtle.

Right at the same time Dor skidded into the room and went pale.

"Nana! No! Bad dog!"

"Nana, NO!" But it was too late, and now there was giant dog and ice cream everywhere and Turtle was feeling very crushed and drowning slightly in the onslaught of saliva.

Because of course her day wasn't going badly enough, so her exboyfriend's evil dog had to attack her. Of freaking course.

"G' ofth meeeee!"

"Oh! Turtle!" Dor cried out as he began to pull Nana off. "I'm so sorry! She was on a leash but suddenly it broke and she just got away from me!"

Nana seemed to be in an affectionate mood. Probably why she's attempting to lick Turtle's face.

It was probably a delicate combination of having missed Turtle since moving in with Dor and the fact that she kind of tasted like chocolate ice cream right now.

"Forget a leash, Dor!" Turtle said, as best as she could as she tried to hold Nana at bay and away from her face. "This dog needs a rope heavy enough to hold back a ship!"

"Ugh. I know," Dor grumbled as he finally managed to pull Nana away. "She's uncontrollable. I never know what she's going to do n-"

Dor would have finished that statement except Nana barked the jumped up on Dor and pushed him to the ground. Where she sat on him.

"Blech, ugh, yuck, blegh," said Turtle, rubbing her face, which unfortunately did more to rub the saliva all over it than actually get it off.

And then she saw what was saving her from the dog and frowned. "Nana! Stop sitting on Dor!" She gave the dog a little kick with her foot. Not too hard, but definitely harder than necessary.

Nana looked over at Turtle and let out a small huff before moving off of Dor and laying down on the floor next him.

"Thank you," Dor breathed. "Yesterday I was stuck there during the entire graduation ceremony because of her."

"The entire ceremony?"

Turtle boggled at Dor. A lot. He had to be insane to actually take that dog off of Jeff.

"Well enough of it that by the time I got out from under her there was no point going," Dor frowned.

And... okay he could have refused the dog but Jeff used some kind of weird Jeff logic on him.

Turtle just shook her head a little. "I would argue that she probably planned that, but I don't think she'd actually be smart enough for that."

Dor eyed the dog warily. "Are you sure about that? She seemed to know where you were."

"Well, she's a dog," Turtle pointed out. "They can smell things like that."

Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 05/03 ].

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