Acorns And Smoke
'Life is pointless' Connor thought to himself as he lay in the back of the cage once again listening to the sound of Killer cry about fucking Veronica again while Princess screamed at him that she would “Break out of this fucking cage and tear your throat out if you don’t shut your ass up!”
He groaned as the sound of even more fucking dogs barking signaled that someone was coming in, whether that person was actually going to adopt someone or it was just one of the people who worked there was impossible to know. He doesn’t really care though. He hasn’t since Acorn got adopted.
Acorn, the one thing that had kept him from giving up on everything after both succeeding and failing at his suicide attempt. Acorn was quiet unlike some animals but when he did talk he stuttered a lot (Connor wasn’t entirely sure how that worked but whatever) and seemed to second guess every single thing he said. Unless it was about trees. The kid fucking loved trees, Connor can still remember how passionate he sounded when he talked about them. How his eyes would light up and his-
Connor’s thoughts were interrupted by the door opening thus causing any dog in the room that hadn’t been barking to do so and all of the rest to lose there fucking shit. You’d think they hadn’t seen a human in a billion years are something.
“Smokey, there’s a human. Get up” Flower, the dog in the cage next to his said.
“Meh”
“Smokey” she sounded like a disappointed parent. She sounded like that pretty much every time she talked to him. Even as a dog he’s disappointing.
“A lot of the dogs back here are pretty weird Ms. Hansen. I wouldn’t really bother looking at them” is that fucking Kleinman? Connor felt his frustration growing. He hated that fucking kid. He was a little shit at school and was no different now.
He was the one who named both him and Acorn. Him because “You look like the dog version of a stoner” which of course when asked about by someone he quickly made up so bullshit excuse, something about the spot on his right eye he thinks.
Meanwhile “You found him under a tree? What is he? An acorn?” Connor wasn’t honestly entirely sure why they let him name any of the animals. Also later on Connor found out that Acorn had fucking jumped out of that tree so that was just lovely.
He fucking misses Acorn.
“Smokey come on, you can’t just lie there forever” Apparently Flower hadn’t yet given up despite his clear lack of giving a shit.
“Actually, I can, I’m doing it right now”
“Oh just let him rot Flower, it’s what he wants anyway” Princess said.
“For once we’re in agreement” Connor said before rolling over to face the wall “leave me alone”
He decided to try and sleep but only a few minutes after he drifted into unconsciousness he was awoken by a voice that sounded much closer then Kleinman’s had.
“Who’s this?”
“Hmm oh, the sto-I mean Smokey?” Stupid fucking Kleinman.
“Is he alright?”
“He’s fine, I don’t know what his problem is. He’s been like that all week”
‘Your concern for my well being is touching Kleinman’ Connor thought.
“He seems sad”
‘Really? I thought I was the most chipper little dog that had ever existed’
“I guess so”
“Can I adopt him?”
‘WHAT?!’ Connor couldn’t honestly believe what he just heard.
“What!?” Apparently neither could Kleinman.