Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24857097-20150115050415/@comment-24857097-20150303061546

Oliver saw Lyndsey smile about the topic on animals and went first.

"I tolerate all kinds, except those 8-legged creepers. There's just something about them that makes everyone have a natural phobia against them you know?"

It was Oliver's turn now, so he took another drink to ease himself.

"We don't have any pets, but we were exposed to plenty of creatures during our lifetime. It's a personal decision to not own pets, because....."

Oliver paused, his eyes started tearing up. He didn't want to remember, but there's only so much of a memory one could repress from their childhood.

"Excuse me."

He excused himself and left the table.

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Lyndsey had to fill in the blanks.

"I apologize about your innocent topic turning serious, but I think you all deserve an explanation. We had a German Shepherd when we were kids, she very loyal to us. We took very good care of her, she was like family to us. Until the damn White Fang happened..."

Lyndsey chugged from her drink, it was almost empty.

"I'm not sure if it was one of their dirty tactics, but what we've seen is forever burned in our memory. Some of us recovered normally, but Oliver is the slowest. It hit him the hardest because he trained with the K9 unit some time back."

She finished off her drink.

"You'll never be forgotten you silly bugger."