<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gracie's apartment, evening<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>When James had left for the bathroom, Gracie approached Toffee, kneeling down beside him to stroke his neck. "Why'd you drag your bed out huh, boy? Found a new friend, did you?" She asked, her hands moving downwards from his neck to his belly, rubbing it vigorously, just like he liked, making the dog roll on his back with his paws in the air, a goofy expression on his face. When the girl finally stopped, Toffee rolled back over, allowing Gracie to lean in and give him a little peck on the bridge of his nose, before she pulled herself back to her feet to prepare her dinner for the evening.<br/><br/>The girl could not help but let out a defeated sigh at the sight of her remaining supplies. Four cans of food, two for her and two for Toffee, since today's foray in the outside world had been such a disaster. At least Toffee got to have the good stuff, premium canned dog food, practically a meal fit for a king in his world. Gracie however, would have to contend with canned chili this evening, one made with beans and a mystery meat that the label informed her was turkey. As she had done the previous night, the girl heated up her meal on a stove, before emptying Toffee's meal into a bowl, and joining him in the living room when her food was piping hot.<br/><br/>As she sat crossed-legged on her couch, Toffee on the floor munching away happily, Gracie took a quick glance out of the window, and noticed that the sun had already begun to set, painting the neighboring buildings in a warm orange glow. Sometimes, Gracie would look out and see lights in the distance, or hear shots ring out in the dead of night. There were other people out there, people just like her, and now James just living day by day, trying to make it through to the next. It had started to grow exhausting, and every day Gracie felt like she was losing a piece of herself. The girl was grateful to find her rather depressing thoughts interrupted by the sound of the shower turning off, and though she wanted very much to look, Gracie forced herself to focus only on her food while waiting for James to reemerge, just in case he decided to walk around the place in a state of undress. It wasn't something that a normal person would do in someone else's home, but then again, James did not exactly strike Gracie as normal, or whatever passed for normal these days anyway.