Anson + Damica || PUPPY
Who: Anson and Damica
When: June 23/24? (before Emi died)
Where: Damica's house
Ratings & Warnings: PG
It was his day off; a blissful 24 hours in which Anson wouldn't have to see the slightest bit of anybody that he worked with, if he so chose. And so most of the day had been spent; now that the sun was beginning to set, however, the man found himself in front of the home of one (1) Damica Bertrand.
It was more than a little bit awkward.
Sure, he hadn't gone out of his way to come here. It was sort of a courtesy call, after that present-- drop by, see how she was doing, what it was like to be 27 (haha oh wait that was almost 2 years ago for him), and most importantly if she'd accidentally the dog yet. Did he expect that she did? No. Was it still a possibility? Sure. It wasn't like he knew what went on in her personal life. Maybe a secret puppyslayer had broken into her home while she was working and offed poor Crook. You didn't know for sure. Regardless, it wasn't like the scenario was totally contrived by powers that he didn't even know existed so they could interact, or something equally ridiculous.
Thus, it was for a perfectly rational reason and most certainly not just because he was bored that Anson knocked on Damica's front door.
Damica didn't have a really intricate personal life, and not a whole lot of personal time, either. What little of it there was had recently been getting eaten up more and more as the days went by. Scheduled to spar, train in swordsmanship, train in hand-to-hand self defence, and now training a puppy on top of it all. But the puppy was totally worth it!
And it is because of said puppy that it took her a while to get to the door, though she eventually did. The door was pulled open to the sight of the short woman in an oversized, dark blue knitted sweater with black detailing at the hems, and some cream-coloured fur spattered across it. Crook was held in her arm and she was muttering to the dog about how good she was (all the while the little corgi lapped at her face) right up until she lifted her gaze to see who'd knocked.
"Oh." The pleasant, sincerely happy smile that had been there suddenly vanished, replaced by look of utter annoyance. "What?"
Anson was just about to leave when the door finally-- finally!-- opened. The reaction he'd been expecting, but the look on her face before that... He raised an eyebrow. Smiling, and nobody was drunk and/or had a broken nose? What had happened to Damica?
That puppy was the best fucking find he could've ever gotten, apparently. This did not bode well for next year's present, not in the slightest. "I wanted to see if you'd killed it yet," he gestured towards the puppy, giving Damica a lazy smile. "I'm very proud of you, lieutenant."
She smiled far more than Anson seemed to realize! He just brought out the worst in her. Which meant mostly glares and fists in his presence.
The puppy was busy squirming about and getting further hairs on her sweater while she eyed Anson. "Yeah, cause you know so much about me and my ability to care for animals." As Crook let out a little whine, Damica smiled down to her, then turned to grab the shiny new leashed she'd purchased earlier in the day. This got attached to the little leather collar about the dog's neck, then the pup got set on the floor. And immediately bounded out the door, sniffing about at Anson's feet..
"You sticking around or are you satisfied in your investigation?" she asked, looking back to him, though this time it was just a mildly annoyed look she gave him.
Oh, hey puppy! Anson knelt down, scratching Crook behind the ears. "I don't, you're right! That's the point of me coming out here, Bertrand." He looked back up at her, still grinning. "You don't have to look so damn sour."
He stood back up, then, brushing off the dog hair that had begun to accumulate simply from existing near a shedding dog. "I think I should stick around, though. You're a loose cannon, and I don't know if I can trust you with such a delicate thing, yet." Anson stretched, scratching the back of the head. "Besides, I have nothing better to do." And that was the truth of it.
"See, you'd be less of a dick if you said something like 'how's the dog?' instead of 'did you kill it yet?'." Damica shouldered her way past Anson as she spoke, pulling the door closed behind her. Crook, all excited with her little tail wagging, moved off with the guardswoman, giving her best 'yay walkies' bark.
As the women led the dog away from the house (or was it the other way around? Damica didn't seem to have any particular destination in mind, just being out for the dog's sake, which lead onto the lawn and into the yard.), she stopped looking towards Anson, and though she did listen, was in too good a mood to let any of his instigating get to her. "Bored in such a big city as this? You need more hobbies, then."
"That sentence doesn't make sense when you just repeat yourself, Bertrand." He tailed after her, doing his best to stay near enough to avoid looking like he was stalking her, but still as far out of punching range as he could manage. Anson wasn't particularly keen on having his nose rebroken into place, or whatever else Damica would find appropriate. Hell, his nose still kind of hurt-- thinking about it made him touch it, gingerly, and he winced.
Proof of a good night, definitely. "I have plenty of hobbies. I just don't feel like doing any of them right now, and since I was already in the area..." Well, you could figure it out from there.
She gave him one of those looks you give someone who'd just said something that didn't make any sense, then just shook her head. She didn't really care. She had a puppy. Who was sniffing and pawing around at the grass and being really cute with her little waggy tail and her big adorable ears! Okay she had the woman smiling again.
Damica looked around at her neighbours. It may not have been the best part of the city, but it was still upper class. After a brief scan of the large yards, fancy statues and bushes, and fair-sized houses of the area, she squinted at Anson. "What business would you even have in the area? Isn't it a little too classy for you?"
Hilarious, Damica! No really. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Is it unthinkable to you that some people actually enjoy my company willingly? I know it's a bit of a stretch, but it happens, sometimes." Besides, it was nice to be in a better part of the city. People who cared for-- or rather, had other people care for-- their surrounding and such. Much better than dark, twisted alleyways and dirty cobblestones, yeah?
A shrug. "It was either this or just going back to the Coil. And as much as we're all in love with that place, it does get old."
She thought about that for a moment. Then answered, "Yes, yes it is." She had yet to see any proof that this guy could get along with anyone, outside of one or two minutes of peace here and there. Now, if he'd said the other part out loud, she would have agreed with him. Which was one of the reasons she'd kept the house after her husband had passed away.
Crook had started rolling about in the grass by this point. Dogs loved grass. Damica moved around the dog to make sure the leash didn't tangle, and though she still smiled, it wasn't as wide as it had been before he'd showed up. "Sometimes,' she agreed, though she didn't try to sound too agreeable about it.
Rude! He honestly did laugh out loud at that, if only because he agreed with her. "Well, it's true! Don't ask me how." Another shrug, though this one was more apologetic. Some mysteries of the universe, you just couldn't explain, even if you were Hindu.
Especially if you were Hindu. Although he was quite content to watch the puppy, well... be a puppy, something was nagging at him, something he'd just remembered. He did so hate things nagging at him, too. "Did you actually manage to cheer Naran up that night, or did he just whine the whole time?" Anson really didn't remember too much after the whole nose incident. A bit of him arguing with Ravi, followed by the worst arm-wrestling match in terms of collateral damage, and finally waking up the next morning with the dual realization of a pounding headache and being due for morning patrols.
It... actually hadn't been that great of a night overall, now that he thought about it.
Damica gave him an incredulous look. She didn't believe it. Unless it was family or something. Or someone equally annoying as he was, then they'd probably get along fairly well pissing off everyone around them and laughing at each other. She shook her head to rid herself of that thought.
The question made her suspicious. Why would he even care if someone he'd pissed off had been cheered up? "As much as could be expected. At least he wasn't flipping furniture." Which would have likely been the next step after tossing a drink. Before that, though, it had been a great night! Especially the part where she broke Anson's nose.
She grinned as she remembered that. No remorse. Then she kneeled down to pet Crook, who was ever so eager to be petted and try to climb up and attack the woman's face with its tongue, which, despite Damica's diminutive size, was quite a task for such a small pup.
His response to the look of incredulity was a straight-up pout. C'mon gurl, why you gotta be like that? Everybody's got friends somewhere, at least a little bit.
Of course, it wouldn't make sense if the women in the guard weren't completely heartless forever... "Are you sure he didn't just flip a table when you were too drunk to notice or remember?" Anson crossed his arms, looking down at Damica with a vaguely amused expression on his face. "... She really does take after you. I mean, she can't even reach your face."
She shrugged. "I didn't get that drunk. By the time we got back things were already winding down." The pup rolled over onto her back, and Damica couldn't help but rub at the exposed dog belly, then she peered over at Anson's short comment. "You're lucky there's a puppy here or I'd be more inclined to come over there."
Truthfully, she didn't mind the short jokes. She just liked threatening him. And as much as she'd enjoyed breaking his nose the other night, most of the times she'd hit him were more because he was conveniently in reach. Most of them.
Crook pawed the woman's hand away and stood, charging for Anson, though the leash kept her from quite reaching. Damica smirked, and the pup whined and pawed at the air towards him.
Ah, the dog on the end of its leash was a sad sight. (It probably would be a sadder one if it had managed to break free, though.) Anson was nothing if not an enabler for tiny, cute puppies; he stepped forward into Crook's reach, kneeling down, fully expecting to get bit. Hopefully Damica hadn't figured out how to train a vicious attack corgi in a mere handful of days, because that would be... disastrous, to say the least! He reached out, scratching the pup behind the ears.
"I'm not sure you could reach, either," with a glance back to Damica. A dangerous thing to say when you're kneeling down? Probably.
Crook wagged her little tail and licked and nipped gently at Anson's fingers, doing her best imitation of a, well, cute adorable harmless puppy. So no, Damica hadn't succeeded in training a vicious attack corgi. Yet. She was more focusing on sit and stay, for the time being.
"I don't need to reach your face to punch you somewhere unpleasant. There are far better targets closer to my level," the woman said with a smirk. She stood, staying where she was while the pup decided to dote on Anson, perhaps a little jealous but she could hardly blame Crook since Anson had given the pup to her.
Damica didn't really have much to say to this guy, but, well, there was a puppy and it seemed to like him so she wasn't about to just chase him off. Yet. "What do you usually do when you're not instigating fellow guards and superiors?"
"You wouldn't dare be so cruel, Bertrand!" Ah, okay, he was bluffing. Anson fully believed she would dare, and shifted his position slightly as he tended to Crook. Good dog. Best friend. It was really a shame that Damica was going to ruin you, wasn't it?
Gently, he nudged the puppy over, scratching at its chest and belly. Hopefully, with enough of this, it wouldn't savage him in the future. "You've already seen the results of one of my hobbies and been present for another." Anson looked up at her-- an odd feeling-- with a half-smirk. "There isn't enough time in the day for too much else."
"Only if you provoke me," she answered. Actually, she probably would't be quite that cruel, without just cause, but nobody said threats had to be accurate.
She didn't really intent on teaching Crook to hate this guy. The idea was amusing, but since Anson had given her the pup, she felt she could at least give him the benefit of being able to be around without worry of losing a toe. "Drinking and baking, huh?" she asked. "You ever burn down the kitchen trying to mix them?" It was almost odd, having an actual conversation with Anson.
"I might get all of my ideas through drinking, but that doesn't mean I'm unsafe about it." He graced Damica with an incredulous look, like, she really even had to ask? For shame. You should have more faith in your fellow guard, lieutenant-- how else would you be able to trust them with the defense of the city?
Anson glanced back down at Crook and grimaced. Creamy fur was just everywhere by this point, assuming that 'everywhere' meant 'the entirety of his pants.' Such were the hidden pitfalls of such a dangerous creature. "Some of us can hold our liquor, Bertrand."
She had been thinking up some retort to his response, but at that last comment, she simply started laughing. Loudly. Crook started, jumping and almost tugging the leash out of her hand, but quickly settled and started to bark up at her excitedly. What was fun! Were we playing a game! I want to play!
Damica eventually managed to calm herself, though it took some effort. "You think that was me not holding my liquor? Oh, you poor man." She hadn't meant it to sound quite as pretentious as it did, but that would be her noble upbringing showing through. "We should actually get seriously drunk together one night. Just don't side with someone like Diya and I promise not to break your nose again."
A hurt look. No-- a devastated one, all soulful eyes and deep frowns. "Did you really think I was insinuating something, lieutenant? It's painful," he placed a hand on his chest, "that you would think I was even capable of such insults." Maybe that was laying it on a bit thick, but hey, it wasn't his fault her Vaux was showing.
"But sure, another night." He shifted gears easily it seemed, standing back up with that same, easy grin on his face. "I think your dog would rather have you, for now."
Yeah, she didn't believe a word of that. Likely wasn't meant to, though. Which was fine. She was still laughing lightly as she knelt to pet Crook and let the pup lick at her face for a moment, before standing and leading the dog back towards the house. It was kind of sad she felt she had to keep the dog on a leash, really - but with Cita only knows what kind of beasts there were in the city, she didn't want to risk Crook running off and getting hurt. Even if Damica didn't despise Others, she didn't trust those she didn't know.
"Another night, then." She paused to look back at him. "I need to grab us some dinner, and give Crook a wash. I'll see you at the station." As much as she didn't really like the guy, she wanted to be polite. Well, okay, maybe he'd grow on her. He did make her laugh, even if it wasn't intentional.
When: June 23/24? (before Emi died)
Where: Damica's house
Ratings & Warnings: PG
It was his day off; a blissful 24 hours in which Anson wouldn't have to see the slightest bit of anybody that he worked with, if he so chose. And so most of the day had been spent; now that the sun was beginning to set, however, the man found himself in front of the home of one (1) Damica Bertrand.
It was more than a little bit awkward.
Sure, he hadn't gone out of his way to come here. It was sort of a courtesy call, after that present-- drop by, see how she was doing, what it was like to be 27 (haha oh wait that was almost 2 years ago for him), and most importantly if she'd accidentally the dog yet. Did he expect that she did? No. Was it still a possibility? Sure. It wasn't like he knew what went on in her personal life. Maybe a secret puppyslayer had broken into her home while she was working and offed poor Crook. You didn't know for sure. Regardless, it wasn't like the scenario was totally contrived by powers that he didn't even know existed so they could interact, or something equally ridiculous.
Thus, it was for a perfectly rational reason and most certainly not just because he was bored that Anson knocked on Damica's front door.
Damica didn't have a really intricate personal life, and not a whole lot of personal time, either. What little of it there was had recently been getting eaten up more and more as the days went by. Scheduled to spar, train in swordsmanship, train in hand-to-hand self defence, and now training a puppy on top of it all. But the puppy was totally worth it!
And it is because of said puppy that it took her a while to get to the door, though she eventually did. The door was pulled open to the sight of the short woman in an oversized, dark blue knitted sweater with black detailing at the hems, and some cream-coloured fur spattered across it. Crook was held in her arm and she was muttering to the dog about how good she was (all the while the little corgi lapped at her face) right up until she lifted her gaze to see who'd knocked.
"Oh." The pleasant, sincerely happy smile that had been there suddenly vanished, replaced by look of utter annoyance. "What?"
Anson was just about to leave when the door finally-- finally!-- opened. The reaction he'd been expecting, but the look on her face before that... He raised an eyebrow. Smiling, and nobody was drunk and/or had a broken nose? What had happened to Damica?
That puppy was the best fucking find he could've ever gotten, apparently. This did not bode well for next year's present, not in the slightest. "I wanted to see if you'd killed it yet," he gestured towards the puppy, giving Damica a lazy smile. "I'm very proud of you, lieutenant."
She smiled far more than Anson seemed to realize! He just brought out the worst in her. Which meant mostly glares and fists in his presence.
The puppy was busy squirming about and getting further hairs on her sweater while she eyed Anson. "Yeah, cause you know so much about me and my ability to care for animals." As Crook let out a little whine, Damica smiled down to her, then turned to grab the shiny new leashed she'd purchased earlier in the day. This got attached to the little leather collar about the dog's neck, then the pup got set on the floor. And immediately bounded out the door, sniffing about at Anson's feet..
"You sticking around or are you satisfied in your investigation?" she asked, looking back to him, though this time it was just a mildly annoyed look she gave him.
Oh, hey puppy! Anson knelt down, scratching Crook behind the ears. "I don't, you're right! That's the point of me coming out here, Bertrand." He looked back up at her, still grinning. "You don't have to look so damn sour."
He stood back up, then, brushing off the dog hair that had begun to accumulate simply from existing near a shedding dog. "I think I should stick around, though. You're a loose cannon, and I don't know if I can trust you with such a delicate thing, yet." Anson stretched, scratching the back of the head. "Besides, I have nothing better to do." And that was the truth of it.
"See, you'd be less of a dick if you said something like 'how's the dog?' instead of 'did you kill it yet?'." Damica shouldered her way past Anson as she spoke, pulling the door closed behind her. Crook, all excited with her little tail wagging, moved off with the guardswoman, giving her best 'yay walkies' bark.
As the women led the dog away from the house (or was it the other way around? Damica didn't seem to have any particular destination in mind, just being out for the dog's sake, which lead onto the lawn and into the yard.), she stopped looking towards Anson, and though she did listen, was in too good a mood to let any of his instigating get to her. "Bored in such a big city as this? You need more hobbies, then."
"That sentence doesn't make sense when you just repeat yourself, Bertrand." He tailed after her, doing his best to stay near enough to avoid looking like he was stalking her, but still as far out of punching range as he could manage. Anson wasn't particularly keen on having his nose rebroken into place, or whatever else Damica would find appropriate. Hell, his nose still kind of hurt-- thinking about it made him touch it, gingerly, and he winced.
Proof of a good night, definitely. "I have plenty of hobbies. I just don't feel like doing any of them right now, and since I was already in the area..." Well, you could figure it out from there.
She gave him one of those looks you give someone who'd just said something that didn't make any sense, then just shook her head. She didn't really care. She had a puppy. Who was sniffing and pawing around at the grass and being really cute with her little waggy tail and her big adorable ears! Okay she had the woman smiling again.
Damica looked around at her neighbours. It may not have been the best part of the city, but it was still upper class. After a brief scan of the large yards, fancy statues and bushes, and fair-sized houses of the area, she squinted at Anson. "What business would you even have in the area? Isn't it a little too classy for you?"
Hilarious, Damica! No really. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Is it unthinkable to you that some people actually enjoy my company willingly? I know it's a bit of a stretch, but it happens, sometimes." Besides, it was nice to be in a better part of the city. People who cared for-- or rather, had other people care for-- their surrounding and such. Much better than dark, twisted alleyways and dirty cobblestones, yeah?
A shrug. "It was either this or just going back to the Coil. And as much as we're all in love with that place, it does get old."
She thought about that for a moment. Then answered, "Yes, yes it is." She had yet to see any proof that this guy could get along with anyone, outside of one or two minutes of peace here and there. Now, if he'd said the other part out loud, she would have agreed with him. Which was one of the reasons she'd kept the house after her husband had passed away.
Crook had started rolling about in the grass by this point. Dogs loved grass. Damica moved around the dog to make sure the leash didn't tangle, and though she still smiled, it wasn't as wide as it had been before he'd showed up. "Sometimes,' she agreed, though she didn't try to sound too agreeable about it.
Rude! He honestly did laugh out loud at that, if only because he agreed with her. "Well, it's true! Don't ask me how." Another shrug, though this one was more apologetic. Some mysteries of the universe, you just couldn't explain, even if you were Hindu.
Especially if you were Hindu. Although he was quite content to watch the puppy, well... be a puppy, something was nagging at him, something he'd just remembered. He did so hate things nagging at him, too. "Did you actually manage to cheer Naran up that night, or did he just whine the whole time?" Anson really didn't remember too much after the whole nose incident. A bit of him arguing with Ravi, followed by the worst arm-wrestling match in terms of collateral damage, and finally waking up the next morning with the dual realization of a pounding headache and being due for morning patrols.
It... actually hadn't been that great of a night overall, now that he thought about it.
Damica gave him an incredulous look. She didn't believe it. Unless it was family or something. Or someone equally annoying as he was, then they'd probably get along fairly well pissing off everyone around them and laughing at each other. She shook her head to rid herself of that thought.
The question made her suspicious. Why would he even care if someone he'd pissed off had been cheered up? "As much as could be expected. At least he wasn't flipping furniture." Which would have likely been the next step after tossing a drink. Before that, though, it had been a great night! Especially the part where she broke Anson's nose.
She grinned as she remembered that. No remorse. Then she kneeled down to pet Crook, who was ever so eager to be petted and try to climb up and attack the woman's face with its tongue, which, despite Damica's diminutive size, was quite a task for such a small pup.
His response to the look of incredulity was a straight-up pout. C'mon gurl, why you gotta be like that? Everybody's got friends somewhere, at least a little bit.
Of course, it wouldn't make sense if the women in the guard weren't completely heartless forever... "Are you sure he didn't just flip a table when you were too drunk to notice or remember?" Anson crossed his arms, looking down at Damica with a vaguely amused expression on his face. "... She really does take after you. I mean, she can't even reach your face."
She shrugged. "I didn't get that drunk. By the time we got back things were already winding down." The pup rolled over onto her back, and Damica couldn't help but rub at the exposed dog belly, then she peered over at Anson's short comment. "You're lucky there's a puppy here or I'd be more inclined to come over there."
Truthfully, she didn't mind the short jokes. She just liked threatening him. And as much as she'd enjoyed breaking his nose the other night, most of the times she'd hit him were more because he was conveniently in reach. Most of them.
Crook pawed the woman's hand away and stood, charging for Anson, though the leash kept her from quite reaching. Damica smirked, and the pup whined and pawed at the air towards him.
Ah, the dog on the end of its leash was a sad sight. (It probably would be a sadder one if it had managed to break free, though.) Anson was nothing if not an enabler for tiny, cute puppies; he stepped forward into Crook's reach, kneeling down, fully expecting to get bit. Hopefully Damica hadn't figured out how to train a vicious attack corgi in a mere handful of days, because that would be... disastrous, to say the least! He reached out, scratching the pup behind the ears.
"I'm not sure you could reach, either," with a glance back to Damica. A dangerous thing to say when you're kneeling down? Probably.
Crook wagged her little tail and licked and nipped gently at Anson's fingers, doing her best imitation of a, well, cute adorable harmless puppy. So no, Damica hadn't succeeded in training a vicious attack corgi. Yet. She was more focusing on sit and stay, for the time being.
"I don't need to reach your face to punch you somewhere unpleasant. There are far better targets closer to my level," the woman said with a smirk. She stood, staying where she was while the pup decided to dote on Anson, perhaps a little jealous but she could hardly blame Crook since Anson had given the pup to her.
Damica didn't really have much to say to this guy, but, well, there was a puppy and it seemed to like him so she wasn't about to just chase him off. Yet. "What do you usually do when you're not instigating fellow guards and superiors?"
"You wouldn't dare be so cruel, Bertrand!" Ah, okay, he was bluffing. Anson fully believed she would dare, and shifted his position slightly as he tended to Crook. Good dog. Best friend. It was really a shame that Damica was going to ruin you, wasn't it?
Gently, he nudged the puppy over, scratching at its chest and belly. Hopefully, with enough of this, it wouldn't savage him in the future. "You've already seen the results of one of my hobbies and been present for another." Anson looked up at her-- an odd feeling-- with a half-smirk. "There isn't enough time in the day for too much else."
"Only if you provoke me," she answered. Actually, she probably would't be quite that cruel, without just cause, but nobody said threats had to be accurate.
She didn't really intent on teaching Crook to hate this guy. The idea was amusing, but since Anson had given her the pup, she felt she could at least give him the benefit of being able to be around without worry of losing a toe. "Drinking and baking, huh?" she asked. "You ever burn down the kitchen trying to mix them?" It was almost odd, having an actual conversation with Anson.
"I might get all of my ideas through drinking, but that doesn't mean I'm unsafe about it." He graced Damica with an incredulous look, like, she really even had to ask? For shame. You should have more faith in your fellow guard, lieutenant-- how else would you be able to trust them with the defense of the city?
Anson glanced back down at Crook and grimaced. Creamy fur was just everywhere by this point, assuming that 'everywhere' meant 'the entirety of his pants.' Such were the hidden pitfalls of such a dangerous creature. "Some of us can hold our liquor, Bertrand."
She had been thinking up some retort to his response, but at that last comment, she simply started laughing. Loudly. Crook started, jumping and almost tugging the leash out of her hand, but quickly settled and started to bark up at her excitedly. What was fun! Were we playing a game! I want to play!
Damica eventually managed to calm herself, though it took some effort. "You think that was me not holding my liquor? Oh, you poor man." She hadn't meant it to sound quite as pretentious as it did, but that would be her noble upbringing showing through. "We should actually get seriously drunk together one night. Just don't side with someone like Diya and I promise not to break your nose again."
A hurt look. No-- a devastated one, all soulful eyes and deep frowns. "Did you really think I was insinuating something, lieutenant? It's painful," he placed a hand on his chest, "that you would think I was even capable of such insults." Maybe that was laying it on a bit thick, but hey, it wasn't his fault her Vaux was showing.
"But sure, another night." He shifted gears easily it seemed, standing back up with that same, easy grin on his face. "I think your dog would rather have you, for now."
Yeah, she didn't believe a word of that. Likely wasn't meant to, though. Which was fine. She was still laughing lightly as she knelt to pet Crook and let the pup lick at her face for a moment, before standing and leading the dog back towards the house. It was kind of sad she felt she had to keep the dog on a leash, really - but with Cita only knows what kind of beasts there were in the city, she didn't want to risk Crook running off and getting hurt. Even if Damica didn't despise Others, she didn't trust those she didn't know.
"Another night, then." She paused to look back at him. "I need to grab us some dinner, and give Crook a wash. I'll see you at the station." As much as she didn't really like the guy, she wanted to be polite. Well, okay, maybe he'd grow on her. He did make her laugh, even if it wasn't intentional.