~Newfoundland~
Marc Steilsson
The Newfie was already at work, he was into the Photo shoot room messing with the cameras. He saw the American walk into the lobby through the window in the door. But he went down the opposite hall and toward his office.
He would have to let him know he's here later, but right now he was interested in the cameras. As he was looking at one he took it off the mount and started fiddling with it in his hands. IT was a nice camera. He smiled as he turned it on a noise went off as life came to it.
His puffin on his shoulder squawked and pecked at the camera when it came on.
""H-Hey No T-touchy." he hit the bird on the beak. The Puffin let out another squawk and nipped Marc’s ear which caused the Newfie to drop the Camera.
"Oh dear." he bent over and picked it up. "
Why can't just stay home an’ bother Labrador?” he said. He always liked when his brother was tormented by there Puffin twins, but hated it when he was tormented by the two. He was glad only one of them was here.
As he looked at the Camera he tried to find any damage cause by his puffin. Thankfully it had no damage visible. He sighed in relief. He turned to his Puffin,
"You really are going to be the death of me eh?"
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