The dog approaches her first, a brown colored, ragged looking friendly thing that presses his face against her knee and wags his tail slowly. Because he smells food. She smells like food after her little raiding mission, and Lucky's never much cared where the food was coming from as long as their was plenty. Greasy was also a perk, of course.
And obviously, nothing was better than pizza.
Clint follows after a moment, and while he's taken the time to stop by the sheriff's for his things (and his dog!) and his home for a change of clothes, he's not looking all that fresh at the moment with a thick bandage across the bridge of his nose and long strips of bandages wrapped around his ears and jaw. On the other hand, he doesn't appear to be all that bothered by the injuries either, or the fact that his dog is currently begging for food from an angry looking child in a hospital gown.
"This isn't how you make a good first impression, Lucky," He says with a sigh, and then addressing Laura herself with a tired, "he's not starving or anything, he's just greedy."
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And obviously, nothing was better than pizza.
Clint follows after a moment, and while he's taken the time to stop by the sheriff's for his things (and his dog!) and his home for a change of clothes, he's not looking all that fresh at the moment with a thick bandage across the bridge of his nose and long strips of bandages wrapped around his ears and jaw. On the other hand, he doesn't appear to be all that bothered by the injuries either, or the fact that his dog is currently begging for food from an angry looking child in a hospital gown.
"This isn't how you make a good first impression, Lucky," He says with a sigh, and then addressing Laura herself with a tired, "he's not starving or anything, he's just greedy."