Deciding you don't really want to be rude or be too intrusive, so you let her finish her paperwork, this gave you time to really grasp your situation, you shrunken in a world of anthro animals. In a location you didn't know and without a clue on either how you manage to get shrunk, or how you manage to teleport. At least you were near Isabelle, she seemed like a very nice girl. . . Dog. Should you call her a b***h. Thats what female dog is. The more you think about it, the more you decide not to. She's too nice to even be affiliated with that word.
“Okay, I'm all done with my paperwork” Isabelle announced to you as she was banging a pile of paper onto the desk, trying to line them up. Your glad you guys are finally ready to go. You've just been sitting quiet a bored for the entire time. The only action you doing was when Isabelle told you to hide when someone entered the room.
“Im going to take you to my house for the night, there we can figure out what to do” Isabelle said as she got up from the chair.
“Yeah, after waiting here all day, i’m honestly kind of hungry” you say up to her as she smiles.
“Well i think i have a couple of grapes in my fridge” Isabelle said thinking about what food you can eat at your size. “Is it ok if i pick you up?”
“Um yeah sure” you say to her as she reaches at you. She gently grabs you with her furry paw like hand as she brought you close to her body. With her free hand she opened up one of the pockets on her green vest and dropped you in. You fall down to the pocket and get comfortable, you look up to see Isabelle’s apologetic face. “I'm sorry if it might seem a bit stuffy in there, but i can't carry you around town all willy nilly”
“Its okay Isabelle, just don’t leave me in here long” you say up to her as she closes the pocket. Isabelle then left her office and made her way down to her home. While walking Isabelle had two thoughts in her mind, The First is that she should move fast so that you wouldn't have to spend long in her vest pocket. The Second is that she shouldn't move around too much and throw you around within her pocket.
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