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For Hebe. Because she is the greatest person in the universe.
Allelujah had barely closed the apartment door behind him when he felt two small objects collide into his legs.
Correction: one collided into his legs, the other into the wall behind him. Though it wasn't long before he felt both objects jump on his legs and paw at them. He glanced down, staring at the faces of two puppies that were trying to climb up on his legs or something of the sort. Since when did they own dogs?
"Uh...hey there," he greeted with a little smile as he dropped his book bag off to the side. "Who are you two little guys? It's nice to meet you, regardless." Allelujah crouched down in order to be able to pet the animals, both of them immediately beginning to nuzzle and lick at his hand. It wasn't long before the two of them were trying to shove each other's faces away to get better access to said hand, causing Allelujah to crack a smile and offer up his other hand to prevent some kind of puppy fight.
His legs were beginning to ache, so he stood up and wiped the dog drool from his hands onto his pants before making his way to the couch and sitting down. He was beginning to wonder again where the dogs had come from, before he heard the sound of scampering on the wood floor and before he knew it, both puppies had all but pounced onto his lap and were climbing up his chest. "H-hey, what are you doing?" he asked confusedly as they started to lap at his face. "That tickles! Quit it!" Of course, they wouldn't, and even though it felt kind of gross, he couldn't help but laugh.
There was only so much of his face to lick at, though, and again, the dogs were starting to headbutt each other out of the way. Allelujah stared down as the puppies shoved at each other for a bit, before one pushed the other off of him. Within moments, they were all but brawling with each other on the side of the couch, eventually falling off of it onto the floor; not that it stopped them from fighting.
Allelujah gave a sigh before standing up, taking the distraction as an opportunity to go wash his hands and face. The kitchen was closer than the bathroom, and he had wanted to get a glass of water anyway, so he made his way over to there. After getting all of the puppy drool sufficiently off them, he began to fill a cup with water, but paused with a thought. Where were the twins, anyway? They should have been home by now.
"Lyle? Neil?" he called out. "Er, Lockon. Are you two home?"
He got a response, but not the one he was expecting. Two beings entered the kitchen, but it wasn't footsteps but rather the sound of paws scrambling against linoleum. Both dogs were now looking expectantly up at him. "Wait...what?" Allelujah murmured confusedly. "...Lyle? Neil?"
Both dogs barked in response. Allelujah's eyes widened.
"Is that you?! Did you turn into dogs?! What happened?!" he exclaimed in a rush, logic and common sense not quite a part of his mind at the time. "What-did-"
He didn't hear the opening of the front door, and was too busy spazzing at the dogs to notice two decidedly human beings enter the kitchen. Allelujah jumped a little when he felt two sets of arms wrap themselves around his waist.
"Like the puppies, Alle?" one voice spoke into his ear. "They're Amy's. She's getting us dinner, but she dropped the dogs off here first," the other said. "Yeah. They're adorable, huh? She named them after us," went the first again.
That explained it, then. Allelujah blushed with embarrassment, hoping the Dylandy twins hadn't overheard him flailing at the puppies, thinking that some strange black magic had occurred. "R-right. They really are cute."
A repeat performance started to happen, but this time, it was two human tongues licking at his face instead (thank god he had just washed it, he thought). "Quit it," he mumbled, not that Lockon or Lyle were about to listen. Both were trying to cuddle him as best they could and kiss and lick and nuzzle at his neck and face, until their faces bumped into each other trying to get to Allelujah's lips.
"Get out of the way."
"I got there first."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"You can have your turn later."
"No, I get to go first."
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
Allelujah stood there silently, watching and listening as the twins argued, eventually letting go of him in order to put more of their focus into their bickering. It wasn't long until they were shoving at each other, growls of "go wank off in the bedroom, he's mine right now" and "you were always a selfish prick" filling the air.
He stared as the fight progressed to the floor, the Dylandys pulling at each other's hair and trying to hit each other as they fought over who had first rights to Allelujah. The man in question cracked another smile, more amused than worried, before his gaze moved over to the two puppies still in the room. They barked at him in unison before going over, looking up expectantly, now wanting attention again.
Until they started to try pushing each other out of the way yet again when Allelujah knelt down in front of them.
There was some kind of disease in the family, he decided, and he himself was the ultimate victim.
Allelujah had barely closed the apartment door behind him when he felt two small objects collide into his legs.
Correction: one collided into his legs, the other into the wall behind him. Though it wasn't long before he felt both objects jump on his legs and paw at them. He glanced down, staring at the faces of two puppies that were trying to climb up on his legs or something of the sort. Since when did they own dogs?
"Uh...hey there," he greeted with a little smile as he dropped his book bag off to the side. "Who are you two little guys? It's nice to meet you, regardless." Allelujah crouched down in order to be able to pet the animals, both of them immediately beginning to nuzzle and lick at his hand. It wasn't long before the two of them were trying to shove each other's faces away to get better access to said hand, causing Allelujah to crack a smile and offer up his other hand to prevent some kind of puppy fight.
His legs were beginning to ache, so he stood up and wiped the dog drool from his hands onto his pants before making his way to the couch and sitting down. He was beginning to wonder again where the dogs had come from, before he heard the sound of scampering on the wood floor and before he knew it, both puppies had all but pounced onto his lap and were climbing up his chest. "H-hey, what are you doing?" he asked confusedly as they started to lap at his face. "That tickles! Quit it!" Of course, they wouldn't, and even though it felt kind of gross, he couldn't help but laugh.
There was only so much of his face to lick at, though, and again, the dogs were starting to headbutt each other out of the way. Allelujah stared down as the puppies shoved at each other for a bit, before one pushed the other off of him. Within moments, they were all but brawling with each other on the side of the couch, eventually falling off of it onto the floor; not that it stopped them from fighting.
Allelujah gave a sigh before standing up, taking the distraction as an opportunity to go wash his hands and face. The kitchen was closer than the bathroom, and he had wanted to get a glass of water anyway, so he made his way over to there. After getting all of the puppy drool sufficiently off them, he began to fill a cup with water, but paused with a thought. Where were the twins, anyway? They should have been home by now.
"Lyle? Neil?" he called out. "Er, Lockon. Are you two home?"
He got a response, but not the one he was expecting. Two beings entered the kitchen, but it wasn't footsteps but rather the sound of paws scrambling against linoleum. Both dogs were now looking expectantly up at him. "Wait...what?" Allelujah murmured confusedly. "...Lyle? Neil?"
Both dogs barked in response. Allelujah's eyes widened.
"Is that you?! Did you turn into dogs?! What happened?!" he exclaimed in a rush, logic and common sense not quite a part of his mind at the time. "What-did-"
He didn't hear the opening of the front door, and was too busy spazzing at the dogs to notice two decidedly human beings enter the kitchen. Allelujah jumped a little when he felt two sets of arms wrap themselves around his waist.
"Like the puppies, Alle?" one voice spoke into his ear. "They're Amy's. She's getting us dinner, but she dropped the dogs off here first," the other said. "Yeah. They're adorable, huh? She named them after us," went the first again.
That explained it, then. Allelujah blushed with embarrassment, hoping the Dylandy twins hadn't overheard him flailing at the puppies, thinking that some strange black magic had occurred. "R-right. They really are cute."
A repeat performance started to happen, but this time, it was two human tongues licking at his face instead (thank god he had just washed it, he thought). "Quit it," he mumbled, not that Lockon or Lyle were about to listen. Both were trying to cuddle him as best they could and kiss and lick and nuzzle at his neck and face, until their faces bumped into each other trying to get to Allelujah's lips.
"Get out of the way."
"I got there first."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"You can have your turn later."
"No, I get to go first."
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
Allelujah stood there silently, watching and listening as the twins argued, eventually letting go of him in order to put more of their focus into their bickering. It wasn't long until they were shoving at each other, growls of "go wank off in the bedroom, he's mine right now" and "you were always a selfish prick" filling the air.
He stared as the fight progressed to the floor, the Dylandys pulling at each other's hair and trying to hit each other as they fought over who had first rights to Allelujah. The man in question cracked another smile, more amused than worried, before his gaze moved over to the two puppies still in the room. They barked at him in unison before going over, looking up expectantly, now wanting attention again.
Until they started to try pushing each other out of the way yet again when Allelujah knelt down in front of them.
There was some kind of disease in the family, he decided, and he himself was the ultimate victim.