My loud pattering steps up the stairwell of the Jaen Pension echo through the soft cluster of hair at the nape of my neck. It's loud, and I often wonder if anyone awake at those ungodly hours can hear my tread.
Without fail, I'm always pleasantly greeted my a rough gruff coming from behind the first floor door. Like a warm welcome home, the unwashed cajones of the pension dog, Poncho, are the first to greet me, no matter how long I had been away.
I don't know if he understands a single thing I ever say to him, but man is he a cute little bugger.
- Yi "Chino Malo" Zhong
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