[ Terry wouldn't mind a little less sunshine himself. The vitamin D is all well and good, but his chalky pale skin burns almost on immediate exposure, and there's probably something about being the son of a demon called Nightmare that makes him more predisposed to prefer darkness.
He's walking back from studying somewhere -- he can't study at home, not with all the raccoons in everything -- when he spots that familiar canine form down the street. There's a slight pause as he glances around to see if any of their other roommates are about, but it looks like the dog is, in fact, walking himself.
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He's walking back from studying somewhere -- he can't study at home, not with all the raccoons in everything -- when he spots that familiar canine form down the street. There's a slight pause as he glances around to see if any of their other roommates are about, but it looks like the dog is, in fact, walking himself.
Finally, he calls out: ]
Ace?