What his parents really wanted was someone they could mold into a likeness of themselves. Had they actually payed attention to him as a kid they might have gotten that. It was a scary thought seeing as Donovan currently wanted nothing to do with their crap.
Shifting on the couch a little, Donny stretched his long legs out onto the coffee table in front of him. It was times like this that he wished he had a roommate, or a girlfriend or something. He hated being alone and more then that he hated having nothing to distract himself from his thoughts.
Which was originally why he got the dog - or puppy rather. Shakespeare was suppose to be a distraction from his own mind, and boy some days the dog was exactly that. For being so little, he sure got into a lot of places. His favourite was the garbage in the bathroom. He liked to pull apart the tissues or even just use it to get at the roll of toilet paper.
Today, all Shakespeare seemed to want to do was lay around. He didnt want to play or get into trouble, all he wanted to do was sleep. Or at least that was the case until Donovan threw the crumpled up letter over to his napping form. Then Shakespeare was ready for action.
Here, shred something useful for a change, Donovan muttered, getting up from the couch as the dog attacked the letter.
With that taken care of, Donovan grabbed a beer from the fridge and turned to lean against his counter. It was Sunday night. Not exactly the greatest of times to be hitting the bar. For one he had to work early the next day (although in the past that had never stopped him), and two it usually wasnt all that crowded on that particular evening. What Donovan needed was a distraction of magnificent proportions.
He could go bug Leathan and Josh... but that grew old fast. It was usually him going a round with Josh while Leathan tried to calm them both down, and Donny really wasnt in the mood for starting a row, let alone finishing one.
Taking another swig of his beer, he tapped the opening against his chin as he thought. The only other options were to take Shakespeare for a walk or... Go bug Amelie.
Putting down his beer, Donovan scooped Shakespeare up off the floor, pulling the bits of letter from his mouth. Pocketing his wand, keys, and Shakespeares leash, Donovan set off down the hallway. Along the way he made sure to bang a few times on number 6 for good measure, before stopping a few doors down in front of number 3. Adjusting the way he held his squirming dog, Donovan knocked on the door then moved to lean against the frame waiting for it to open.




