Huck's looking for breakfast, going around to the little shops and seeing if they're throwing out anything, if she can nab something off shipments idling on trucks in the streets, that sort of thing. It's all very well and good to have the job at the bar, sure, but they're not open for breakfast, and she has mouths to feed. She's got a little bag of rolls, but that's about it; she's currently a little disheartened, and is poking at something in the gutter with her shoe mostly to have something to take her mind off how disappointed the Pack's going to be. At least when they were in school there was school lunch.
Scuff, scuff, oh hey, there's a dog trotting by. ...that dog looks mighty familiar. But is acting a bit more doglike than she remembers Ruvin being, even the last time Huck hung out with her. And given her last journal entry...
Okay, not enough to stomp over and demand to know what's going on just yet. Huck's just going to idly walk this way. After the dog. She's not doing anything, certainly not following the
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Ruvin doesn't notice right away--she's too focused on finding scraps of her own. A block and a half later, though, with her hair practically standing on end from the continuous presence of someone at her back, she stops and looks back.
Oh. Oh no. She forces herself not to freeze up, because a dog wouldn't just freeze up, but he does go tense. Ruvin forces out a half-hearted little growl, an attempt at "I'm unfriendly, go away!" that doesn't sound anything like convincing.
Ruvin winces at the growl, hunkering down into submission. No, no no no, this is not what was supposed to happen.
Her mean little voice says What was supposed to happen? and the fact that she can't answer it makes her give a little whine. She shuffles a half-step away from Huck, checks to make sure her way is clear and bolts.
Vaughn's doing that wandering thing again. Well, it is in the title. Not that he much cares.
Vaughn has found by now that things are much more interesting in back alleys. So here he is, looking at a... dog.
Oh dear.
He gets on one knee and offers his hand. "Are you one of the talking ones?" he asks, as calmly as he can. "Or have I found the only regular dog in all of Chicago?"
Ruvin backs off a few paces, giving a timid little rumble of warning. Just a regular dog, yes. That's her. Skittish and unfriendly, at least until she's far enough gone that it won't matter. She hunkers down, ears back, and tries to look threatening even though she's right on the edge of a submission pose and just crawling over to beg for comfort from someone she doesn't even know.
Vaughn, to say the least, is dumb. So he takes a step-scootch closer, because he figures the poor thing's just afraid of him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he says calmly, trying to make contact to let it know he's friendly. "I promise. Come here. Are you hungry?" He reaches into his pocket, not that he has any food in there.
He's nice, the dog says. He has nice things. Ruvin leans back and down until she's laying on the ground, but she doesn't back away or growl again. She just peers up at Vaughn from her position on the ground in the alley.
Maybe he'll take her somewhere nice. Maybe he'll treat her like a dog, his dog, and that will be that.
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Scuff, scuff, oh hey, there's a dog trotting by. ...that dog looks mighty familiar. But is acting a bit more doglike than she remembers Ruvin being, even the last time Huck hung out with her. And given her last journal entry...
Okay, not enough to stomp over and demand to know what's going on just yet. Huck's just going to idly walk this way. After the dog. She's not doing anything, certainly not following the ( ... )
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Oh. Oh no. She forces herself not to freeze up, because a dog wouldn't just freeze up, but he does go tense. Ruvin forces out a half-hearted little growl, an attempt at "I'm unfriendly, go away!" that doesn't sound anything like convincing.
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She raises both eyebrows for a minute in a 'really, Ruvin, really?' gesture, then growls back. Yes, while she's human. Hey, it's a thing she do.
Then she crosses her arms. "Ruvin?" she asks. It's...hardly a question.
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Her mean little voice says What was supposed to happen? and the fact that she can't answer it makes her give a little whine. She shuffles a half-step away from Huck, checks to make sure her way is clear and bolts.
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Vaughn has found by now that things are much more interesting in back alleys. So here he is, looking at a... dog.
Oh dear.
He gets on one knee and offers his hand. "Are you one of the talking ones?" he asks, as calmly as he can. "Or have I found the only regular dog in all of Chicago?"
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"I'm not going to hurt you," he says calmly, trying to make contact to let it know he's friendly. "I promise. Come here. Are you hungry?" He reaches into his pocket, not that he has any food in there.
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Maybe he'll take her somewhere nice. Maybe he'll treat her like a dog, his dog, and that will be that.
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