[With a wary, distrustful expression on his face, Blake squints and peers through the space suit helmet. It's a hell of a weird space suit. Looks more like one of those suits of armor in a haunted castle. The ones that drop an axe on you when your back turns.
Steve, wearing a pink bulldog version of the same look, is circling the stranger and sniffing his suit. It smells like plastic and metal and...cardboard?
She ruffs in surprised recognition just as the stranger says her name. Blake's eyebrows jump.]
How do you know my dog?
[He keeps examining his face. Something is stirring in the back of his mind.]
Did I...meet you somewhere? Wearing a lot less clothes?
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Steve, wearing a pink bulldog version of the same look, is circling the stranger and sniffing his suit. It smells like plastic and metal and...cardboard?
She ruffs in surprised recognition just as the stranger says her name. Blake's eyebrows jump.]
How do you know my dog?
[He keeps examining his face. Something is stirring in the back of his mind.]
Did I...meet you somewhere? Wearing a lot less clothes?