[Perhaps Jaime's met April, but he hasn't met any of her raccoons. When he's greeted with one's furry little face, he rears back, holding the bag of food protectively to his chest with a small, uttered,]
Oh god.
[Aren't raccoons technically vermin?]
Um... hello, [he says, toeing off his shoes - though he's not entirely sure why, since he's pretty sure the animals track in much more dirt than his shoes would - and turning the corner to see her in the pillow fort.]
Does your raccoon usually answer the door for you?
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Date: 2015-10-30 11:53 pm (UTC)Oh god.
[Aren't raccoons technically vermin?]
Um... hello, [he says, toeing off his shoes - though he's not entirely sure why, since he's pretty sure the animals track in much more dirt than his shoes would - and turning the corner to see her in the pillow fort.]
Does your raccoon usually answer the door for you?