His pointing grows more urgent...and slightly off from where the thing he possibly is imagining now stands. Four-legged, tailed, all signs that indicate something dog-like. Something dog-like that seems half drunk and suddenly plops down with a yawn showing off big teeth. To Will's eyes, at least.
"There." He is pointing to a spot, like, two feet away from the mystery dingo. "Looks like a dog. You don't? It's laying down."
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Date: 2016-05-18 02:29 am (UTC)She closes her eyes to focus, zone in on Will's voice- and it still takes a long moment for her to analyze and assess just what he's asked.
"See what?"
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Date: 2016-05-18 02:39 am (UTC)"There." He is pointing to a spot, like, two feet away from the mystery dingo. "Looks like a dog. You don't? It's laying down."