WHO: Ned, Digby and YOU
WHERE: Roaming the streets.
WHEN: June the 22nd, early to midday.
WARNINGS: extreme cuteness
SUMMARY: Ned is looking for the perfect place to open his new pie shop. Also to live.
FORMAT: prose but if you commentspam I'll follow along.
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I feel like I'm drowning but nobody knows it. )
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She straightens herself up again to look up at Ned. And by "up", this means pratically craning her neck to speak to him.
"My name is Shirley, by the way. It's very nice to meet you and your dog."
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Oh, right. Introductions. He takes a breath, smile slipping just a little even as his hand tightens around the leash.
"I'm Ned, and this is Digby."
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She gives Digby another large stroke down one of his ears, cooing softly at him.
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"Don't worry about it," He says cheerfully to Ned. "I like dogs, and this is way more fun than figuring out where to find a bigger warehouse." There's a considering pause, and then Ted continues. "Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around here before."
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"A warehouse?" Ned asks before the question catches up to him, tilting his head as he processes the rest. "I just arrived a few days ago, but surely you can't know everyone here by face."
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"I don't, but -- new people tend to have a certain look, y'know? I'm Ted, by the way. Hi."
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"I'm Ned. What sort of look do I have about me?"
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"He missed you," he says before he realizes that might be taken oddly, tipping his head to the side. "Or at least, he seems to. I think he's just happy to see a familiar face." Ned wasn't about to say that it went double for him, even if he'd seen Peter just the day before and only met him a day before that.
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"First few days here can be pretty rough. Can't be any easier on a dog," Peter comments, his smile only holding strong for a few more seconds before it's gone entirely.
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Suddenly, he recognizes again that he seems to be talking about himself, and sighs, looking back down at Peter.
"Sorry, you were headed somewhere. Don't let me keep you."
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Tonks knows something about rambunctious, large canines but she suspects that Digby is not an Animagus. "It's alright," she says to Ned when he apologizes." She suspects that Ned is also not a wizard. It's just a hunch. "He's a sweetheart. What's his name?"
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"I think Digby likes you," he comments, offhand, processing her question. "Which would obviously make that his name. Digby."
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"You might want to be careful about him. Animals have escaped from the zoo and it'd be terrible if something happened to him." She offers Ned back his leesh. "My name is Tonks by the way."
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Blinking a bit owlishly, he reigns it in, ducking his head. "I'm Ned. The pleasure is all mine. And Digby's," he adds, noting how the dog strains against his leash just a little to seek out more of Tonk's attention.
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"As you should be." His tone is nothing short of disdainful, and he lets out a scoffing sigh. "At least you can control the beast." His manner was haughty, but Damian was looking down at the dog as though he'd like to pet him--an inclination he would stringently deny if it was remarked upon.
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Digby, having not nearly as much shame as Ned, turns his wide eyes up at Damian, all but begging for a pet.
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"Of course he is; look at him." He's about to add something about the sense of having him leashed, but given the past week's experiences with animals in the city, he refrains.
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