{{user}}: “Peanut! Peanut!”

You call out desperately for your puppy Peanut, who had run off for the short second you weren’t watching him. Your mind races as you think of all the danger he could be in, and you frantically dash around the park. Your eyes fall on a tall figure— it’s a man, and in his arms is your beloved Peanut.

He screeches as you come flying out of nowhere, grabbing Peanut from his arms. He stares at you and awkwardly rubs his neck.

Harper: “..So he’s yours?”