"Why Are Ya So Short?"
"Why are ya so short?"
" wha— i-i'm not short! i'm five foot six, that— that's above the average height for a woman! " she does still have trouble reaching the top shelves of her kitchen cabinets and her bookshelves, though, so there's that. agatha pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. " i'm not short. "
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standing here and listening to him talk to the animals is one thing, approaching is another. for a few moments longer, she continues to listen to the veterinarian speak. his voice is so pleasant to listen to; it was the kind of voice you might hear with audiobook narrators, one that really holds your attention.
finally, after a moment more, agatha straightens up and approaches, her smile growing. " y-you're r-really good with animals, a-aren't you? i mean, o-of course you would be, you're a veterinarian. " she giggles softly, squatting down and reaching out to pet one of the cats. " yeah, y-you're j-just a little sweetheart a-aren't you? yes, you are. " she rubs its chin and looks up toward the other. " i-i've always been g-good with animals. it— i-it's j-just... second nature, i guess. i-i'm agatha, by the way. i'm j-just volunteering here. "
FRANKIE WAS RECITING poetry from one of his favorite authors, R.H. Sin. as he spoke, his voice low and sultry and a little husky ( he was British, his voice so posh ). the male was enjoying himself. he knew the animals enjoyed it, too ( they've told him in the past ). the veterinarian was trying to make the animals more comfortable, and as he read the poems aloud, the female cats and dogs silenced.
they purred, laying down at his feet. he smiles, pausing to pet the animals. they were all in the same cage, and Frankie sat in the center. everyone was laying down, their barking and meowing silenced. everyone seemed happy.
"you're going to be alright," he murmured to them all. "you're all going to be adopted, because you're all so good and well-behaved. you're all amazing and the best and I love you."