[thursday] bonding
Double Drabble, 200 words.
As I stroll down the stairs, my head turns and I gaze into the front room to find Delilah draped upon the couch, wine lips parted just slightly, her charcoal-smeared eyelids fluttering in her sleep. Brutus lays by her hand, apparently dozing, himself-though when I hit the landing, his head lifts and his tail wags.
Smirking, I head over and pull the afghan off the nearby chair, unfolding it and lowering it gently upon my napping darling; she hums in her sleep, and I don't even notice Brutus has gotten up until I feel something tap my ankle. I look down and grin when I see he's placed Aaron's femur expectantly by my foot and is staring up at me with a speedboat tail.
I sit down upon the floor, my back to the couch, and pick up the bone; my free hand finds the scruff of his neck and I ruffle the grey fur, watching as he gnaws enthusiastically on the other end.
“You're not so bad,” I tell him, sliding the bone across the floor and into the kitchen. He goes speeding after it and I lean back, closing my eyes. “Not all the time, anyways.”