[The ambiguous length of time turns out to be a fairly short one. Joss is, of course, the type to get increasingly anxious the longer someone has to wait for him to get ready.
What he wasn't ready for was for the dog to just disappear.]
Escaped.
[Some might take his even tone and stony face as a condemnation. Truth is, he's just as baffled as Naren is.
(He's not going to ask if she opened the bag at all or did anything that might have allowed the dog to escape. He assumes that if she had, she wouldn't look so puzzled.)
Crossing his arms under his scandalously exposed armpits, he crouches to observe the curiously-still-floating bag from a different angle. Any hole in it? ... No, that'd be too easy.
He shakes his head. His overgrown hair brushes against his scandalously exposed shoulders. Maybe whatever's left in the bag can hint at what happened.]
May I?
[It's rude to reach into other people's bags without asking.]
no subject
What he wasn't ready for was for the dog to just disappear.]
Escaped.
[Some might take his even tone and stony face as a condemnation. Truth is, he's just as baffled as Naren is.
(He's not going to ask if she opened the bag at all or did anything that might have allowed the dog to escape. He assumes that if she had, she wouldn't look so puzzled.)
Crossing his arms under his scandalously exposed armpits, he crouches to observe the curiously-still-floating bag from a different angle. Any hole in it? ... No, that'd be too easy.
He shakes his head. His overgrown hair brushes against his scandalously exposed shoulders. Maybe whatever's left in the bag can hint at what happened.]
May I?
[It's rude to reach into other people's bags without asking.]