Greg's voice tends to get a little pitchy and strained when he's worked up, but there's no doubting he's serious about it; he has a toy gun aimed at her and everything. A curling mass of ivy has burst out of the seed packets in his pocket and wound tightly around his arm.
Any other week, Greg may have been able to react a little better to this kind of surprise. He probably wouldn't have been great with it, no, what with it being more or less exactly what he's been dreading for the last four years and specifically what he got the dog for. But he wouldn't come in with magical weapons primed and face red with frustration.
Rita's face is familiar, but he can't quite place where. Right now, she's an invader, going through his stuff on a week where he's been doing a LOT of things he shouldn't.
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Greg's voice tends to get a little pitchy and strained when he's worked up, but there's no doubting he's serious about it; he has a toy gun aimed at her and everything. A curling mass of ivy has burst out of the seed packets in his pocket and wound tightly around his arm.
Any other week, Greg may have been able to react a little better to this kind of surprise. He probably wouldn't have been great with it, no, what with it being more or less exactly what he's been dreading for the last four years and specifically what he got the dog for. But he wouldn't come in with magical weapons primed and face red with frustration.
Rita's face is familiar, but he can't quite place where. Right now, she's an invader, going through his stuff on a week where he's been doing a LOT of things he shouldn't.
"What are you doing in my home."