Maybe no one was home...great. Where would he go then? He honestly didn't want to spend any time with any of these people. Really why bother with them more than he had to? He was just here looking for the pets and that was it. With a sigh he ran a hand through his hair, readjusting the strap on his shoulder. Suddenly a woman appeared beside him, holding something out to him. He was taken aback for a moment before having time to read the paper handed to him. "Oh, no I haven't. In fact that was the reason I came here, I'm working on a news report about all the missing animals in the area." He said nervously scratching the back of his head. He jumped some as the door to his right opened and the shorter woman appeared. Mr. Adams...not a name he heard very often. "That would be me, and you must be Ms. Miansky." He offered her his free hand to shake.

Yes sir. she smiled, shaking it

Barry was at his interior design business, trying to focus on his waiting room design for a new veterinarian office moving into town. But he kept subconsciously putting bird cages in the designs. He couldn't imagine how Pudgie got out. He had double checked the patch of his cage and made sure he was occupied by a piece of sour dough bread. But the little bird had escaped, the door wide open on his cage. Barry sighed and kept working.

Drake was walking around with a stack of fliers. He put one of them up on a light post. He looked around with melancholy eyes, then spotted a couple people. One of them looked like Nora. "Hey, Nora!" He yelled. He ran over. "Oh, hello," he said to the man. "You must be that guy who Nora has been talking about. I can't wait for you to help find Festus." He smiled kindly at the man. "I'm Drake Rivera by the way."

Nelson was settling TJ down into his play pen so that he could work on a project for work. He smiled down at his foster son, then settled onto the couch nearby with his surface pro. He reached to.pet a small, nonexistent head and sighed softly. Nothing was the same without his pug here with him.

"Um...I'm not exactly going to bring them back. I'm just getting some leads to help the police find who has been taking them." Clint said shouldering his duffel bag again. There were so many people here! He honestly didn't know why they all suddenly came to him like this, after the walk and all. And why did they all think that he was going to be the hero? He was just a reporter not someone that could actually help. That was even if there was hope that the animals could even be found. "Clint, Clint Adams." He said after a moment, offering his free hand to the man. The sooner he got all these introductions out of the way the better.

Drake shook his hand happily. "You make me think of my husband. Oh, speaking of which, we'd love to invite you to dinner some time. Don't want to make you feel you're not welcome." He shifted the fliers in his arms. "I just really need to find Festus. He was my first anniversary gift to Nelson." He sighed softly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry if it seems I'm putting pressure on you to find the pets. But if you ever need help, I'm open."

"Oh, um I-" He stopped for a moment thinking of an excuse to get out of share dinner with the two men. He couldn't think of anything. "how about this Friday? I have a bit of work to get to before I can relax any, but other than that I'll be free. That is if Nora doesn't have plans already." With that he looked to the woman in a hope that she would have something for them to do. It wasn't that he didn't want to have dinner with the men, he wasn't homophobic at all, it was just that he didn't want to get to know any of these people that well. He was terribly awkward when alone with people, so much so that he tended to avoid those situations all together. An interview he could handle but otherwise he hated having to talk to people in just normal conversation. "Or even this weekend sometime." The bag on his shoulder started to get heavy causing him to shift slightly in a nervous fashion. The bag held everything he owned, from his clothes to his computer. There was roughly five shirts and three pairs of jeans, all of which were the darker colors like the one he was wearing. Other than that he had nothing, save for a toothbrush and his wallet. He was a simple man.

(Bump ping)

"I-I'll need to get back to you on that." He told the two men, sensing his nervousness

Drake gave one last smile to Clint before handing him one of the fliers in his arms. "My number is there. Call me when you have an official plan to come over. Or you see Festus. Whichever comes first," he said. He turned and began walking away. On the poster was a picture of your usual pug wearing a blue collar. Drake shifted the stack in his arms as he continued to distribute them throughout the neighborhood.

Barry stood up after working for some time and glanced at the clock. He'd have to take a lunch break soon. He went into the back to get his lunchbox.

Nelson looked out the window after a long time of working on a character. He was feeling nervous. "What time is it?" He asked, looking at the clock on his surface pro. "Oh no...." He moaned. The Children Services lady was coming to see how they were handling TJ. She was quite rude and, frankly, he knew she didn't agree with them raising a child. He turned off his electronic and set it aside. TJ was fast asleep in his play pen.

((Man, I wish I had someone to be this children services person. I don't want to make her because I already have a bunch of people and I don't want to seem like I'm talking to myself))

(I can play as her if you want :3)

"I will keep that in mind." The man said before turning back to Nora. As she stepped aside and invited him in he entered the home. "I had no clue I was such a star in the town." He sighed rubbing his face some. This was the sort of thing that made him want to smoke.