I can't leave a friend I promised that before we started
Characters: Target and ...?
Date/Time: 04/11
Location: The Marketplace
Rating: G!
Summary: Target makes a new old friend. [Solo log.]
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She didn't notice him at first; the market place was bustling as per usual and she was on a mission to get her shopping done before she could get down to the range later- although she was still irritated at that stupid article that had suggested her reasons were less wholesome and to do with Aim. It was just ridiculous.
She had stopped briefly to eat her lunch, when she happened to glance down and found herself staring into a pair of big, liquid brown eyes that were set into a keen, furry face. A black and white dog, with pointed ears and a tail that was wagging back and forth as he sat staring at her, had plonked itself at her feet.
"You're a nice looking dog," she told it quietly. "Where did you come from?"
The dog's tail wagged even more.
"Go on then, go and find your master," she told it. "You're not having my lunch. Find somewhere nice to lie down and wait for your-"
No sooner had the words 'lie down' left her mouth than the dog was immediately lying at her feet, looking up at her adoringly. Laying her sandwich down, Target crouched beside him and gave him a pat.
"You are a smart one," she told him as she skritched behind his ears. "Now you wait here until the person who owns you finds you. Then you can go home with your master."
Patting him one last time for good measure, she walked off to carry on with her errands. For a moment, she was certain she heard the dog whine as she left, but she was sure she was mistaken.
It wasn't until a little later, when she dropped the wrapper of her sandwich, that she realised that the dog had followed her and he had picked up her litter for her.
"Good dog," she told him as she received the cling wrap. "You should go and find your master."
The brass tag on the dog's collar glinted, and Target too the opportunity to read it. There was a sequence of numbers that looked like it was something like an address. Beneath it was what she assumed was the dog's name.
"Black Hayate, huh?" she asked, wondering why the dog's name made her smile as she stroked his head. "Well you're a good boy, but we should find whoever owns you. They must miss you. Why don't you come with me and we'll see if anyone knows about you."
Date/Time: 04/11
Location: The Marketplace
Rating: G!
Summary: Target makes a new old friend. [Solo log.]
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She didn't notice him at first; the market place was bustling as per usual and she was on a mission to get her shopping done before she could get down to the range later- although she was still irritated at that stupid article that had suggested her reasons were less wholesome and to do with Aim. It was just ridiculous.
She had stopped briefly to eat her lunch, when she happened to glance down and found herself staring into a pair of big, liquid brown eyes that were set into a keen, furry face. A black and white dog, with pointed ears and a tail that was wagging back and forth as he sat staring at her, had plonked itself at her feet.
"You're a nice looking dog," she told it quietly. "Where did you come from?"
The dog's tail wagged even more.
"Go on then, go and find your master," she told it. "You're not having my lunch. Find somewhere nice to lie down and wait for your-"
No sooner had the words 'lie down' left her mouth than the dog was immediately lying at her feet, looking up at her adoringly. Laying her sandwich down, Target crouched beside him and gave him a pat.
"You are a smart one," she told him as she skritched behind his ears. "Now you wait here until the person who owns you finds you. Then you can go home with your master."
Patting him one last time for good measure, she walked off to carry on with her errands. For a moment, she was certain she heard the dog whine as she left, but she was sure she was mistaken.
It wasn't until a little later, when she dropped the wrapper of her sandwich, that she realised that the dog had followed her and he had picked up her litter for her.
"Good dog," she told him as she received the cling wrap. "You should go and find your master."
The brass tag on the dog's collar glinted, and Target too the opportunity to read it. There was a sequence of numbers that looked like it was something like an address. Beneath it was what she assumed was the dog's name.
"Black Hayate, huh?" she asked, wondering why the dog's name made her smile as she stroked his head. "Well you're a good boy, but we should find whoever owns you. They must miss you. Why don't you come with me and we'll see if anyone knows about you."