Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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Today hadn't particularly started off well. It had pretty much been a day that upon realising that something was different to usual, or more precisely he had to meet someone he didn't know, that had triggered all of this. Thor had been the one to get him up, drawing the quilt back. Once he had got up, it was then onto every excuse to not leave the house, his uncle eventually pursuading him out with 'just think, Thor needs a walk, and I've got to go work, so c'mon. At least take him a walk, see if you meet anyone?" which had gained an almost petulant groan.
It had led to him, after more complaints that he was too hot, or too cold, or both, leaving the house, with Thor wearing his every day harness - versus the working one - to the park, as he was all bundled up in his snowy clothes. His gaze was somewhat surly, as he found a sheltered place to wait, not because he didn't like people, but because it was a person he didn't know. And he didn't even have his uncle to back him up.
Silently he scowled more, before glaring at someone approaching him, all his wards up. Because he really really didn't want to be social today. He'd decided toward was better spent to make snow men. But apparently his uncle had decided as part of the 'be more social' aim was to start to volunteer at Bright Eyes. Which meant he was stood on a weekend, waiting for a meeting with the owner of the animal sanctuary.
'Maybe if I act bad enough I won't have to do it' was his thought, at least in part to himself.
Help is something he would be grateful for at the rescue. Especially on days that he had service at the church - or what passed as a church. It was an old warehouse that he was able to get for cheap and fix up. Unconventional, but not really unlike him. It was sanitary and the outside looked worse than the inside. Once inside, the pews were set up, stained wood, it actually had character. And he lived above the church. That helped.
Meeting with this kid - he used the term lightly - was an opportunity to help someone. Everything was an opportunity to chance a life, or a sign that there was someone reaching out and he just needed to take their hand and pull them up from whatever hole they were in. Faith did amazing things.
He walked the path, finding said person on a bench and he could safely assume they were waiting for him. It was a ways off of the path, but that didn't bother Ezra in the slightest. He cut through the grass, hands in his pockets with a newspaper under his left arm. Once he got to the bench, he sat down without a word and pulled the newspaper out from under his arm. It wasn't to look at. It had stories in it of the world and her people fighting each other, a reminder that bad things were happening everywhere, not just Choteau. Ezra dropped his gaze to the man's dog and smiled, "Beautiful dog you've got there. What's it's name, if you don't mind me asking?"
[attr="class","why"]Aidan glanced over at the person who had sat next to him, trying his absolute best to appear disinterested, even huddling more into his jacket as the other moved to glance over at him, or at least at Thor. The question about the australian shepherd who was laid by his feet, other than looking up at him almost expectantly for at least a ball to be thrown.
The questions were something he could answer, and he gave an easy smile as he glanced over at him, almost hesitantly. "This is Thor, I've taught him to be my service dog," he stated. "Right now he's not walking, I'm taking him out for his morning walk. Normally I'd throw a ball for him but I was meant to be meeting someone. Uncle thinks I need to be more social cause I stay inside a lot other than to go to the stables, and he thinks volunteering at an animal shelter'd be perfect. I just don't know if it'd work just 'cause I don't always deal with people well and not every animal does well with dogs even though Thor's really really well behaved, but" he frowned again.
That whole little spiel had been given in a near monotone, in a similar voice as to what you'd speak about the weather in. And he suddenly silenced himself, aware he'd been rambling very much rambling, and he unconciously started to fidget with the jacket he was wearing. Thor was moving immediately to put paws on his lap, nudging against his hands encouraging his charge to focus on him, pressing against him closer, tail wagging calmly as he looked up at him calmly
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
