ENGINES PUMPING AND THUMPING IN TIME || open, founding

LET'S GO SUBOCEANA, TO THE PLACE WHERE THE FISH SLEEP — Mike had to admit that he had been extremely doubtful when he had been approached to join this new group. However in the end, the black lab had decided to come along, seeing as he had no place to go and no one keeping him in his former home. Well- there would have been someone, had they been with him, but... god knew where Vincent had gone off to. Mike had been separated from his friend in a storm and he hadn't seen hide, nor hair of the brown husky since... in fact, he could be dead. Nevertheless, he was trying to remain positive. Maybe Vinny would turn up eventually? Yeah... probably...

Anyway, his anxiety aside, the lab was a little bit wary as he entered the cave with the others, looking around with one nonexistant eyebrow raised. This place was supposed to be their home? It was a cave. A fucking cold, dark cave. How was this supposed to be a home? As much as he didn't want to doubt Leigh, this seemed... pretty shitty. Maybe he would be better off turning tail and going back to the city. Then again... what if Vinny turned up here by some miracle? And there was always the hope that this place could become a home... maybe he should give it a chance? "Fuck, I really hope you're right about this Leigh. I'm putting a lot of trust in you, man..." The lab said with a sigh, setting his small pack of things down on the cave floor beside him as he sat down. This had better be worth it. — PUT YOUR FACE IN MY HANDS NOW, AS THE WATER WASHES US DOWN

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