( if baby wants to think of robbie as her boyfriend, kimberly's not going to stop him. they haven't defined things in such a way, yet, but it's a fair assumption — they spend time with each other more than they do almost anyone else, they've both cleared spaces for the other in their respective living quarters, they go on dates and have inside jokes and all the regular trappings of something more clearly defined. and yet, it's still up in the air. maybe he's like that with other girls, too; she wouldn't know, she doesn't ask. )

I didn't even realize they had a shelter here.

( the first photo earns a stifled laugh in her throat — which is, admittedly, a bit hypocritical of her, given the contents of her own photo roll — but the second is all too adorable. a grumpy old man of a dog, one who probably needs a little extra attention, seems just right for baby's never-ending supply of sweetness.

she's not personally that much of a fan of bigger dogs, and likely would have chosen something a bit more manageable, but that doesn't mean she can't appreciate them when they're owned by somebody else. so, it's with an approving nod that she taps the lock button on the side, the screen of the phone slipping black, and settles back against the bench seat. )

Look at you, a million jobs and a girl and a dog. What else do you need?