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[thirdshiner]

Characters: The Disreputable Dog and anyone else who happens to be around, for whatever reason.
Content: The Dog is on duty guarding the hangar. The Dog is bored.
Setting: In and around the plane hangar.
Time: Any time before the race.
Warnings: Nothing beyond what you bring with you.

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[threeleggeddoc]

Watson, on the other hand, was merely taking another one of his numerous walks. There was a need for him to accustom himself to his new cane, at any rate, heavier it was than his usual. Hibari was certainly an odd one, giving him something that was more weapon than a walking implement, but he intended to put it to good use as the latter.

It just so happened that he was also concerned about the recent attempts at sabotage with the planes, and so decided to take his walk in the area.

so sorry for the slowness orz

[thirdshiner]

Completing another circuit of the hangar, the Dog sauntered over to Watson as he approached, wagging her tail friendlily - maybe not the most intimidating and guard-dog-like of greetings, but she'd seen enough of him to be reasonably sure he was no saboteur, and therefore not in need of scaring off.

No problem!

[threeleggeddoc]

Watson looked down at the dog quizzically for a moment, wondering if someone had stationed a guard dog for one of the entrants. Ah, but Watson was not adverse to animals, and he smiled at it in a friendly way, not wishing for it to bolt at his movements. "Are you alone, my dear?" he said out loud, not expecting the dog to reply in any way. He thought it was a handsome dog, with strong markings and a solid build, perked ears, and a distinguished snout.

[thirdshiner]

"For the moment, as far as I'm aware," the Dog replied, wagging her tail friendlily at Watson's approving look.

[threeleggeddoc]

Oh, dear. He had not been expecting that. Watson stared at the dog for a moment with his expression frozen on his face, before he caught his wits about him and nodded. "Ah... Ah," he finally managed to say, immediately reaching for his bowler hat and tipping it in a polite greeting. "You must be the Disreputable Dog aboard the Silvana! Dr. John W., at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you at last, Madame."

[thirdshiner]

The Dog grinned, dropping down into a sitting position, her tongue hanging out, as she waited for the man to regain his composure. She was used to having this effect on people, and rather enjoyed it, in a relatively harmless, if mildly sadistic, sort of way.

This one had done a pretty good job of collecting himself, as things went. Most people didn't manage to get straight from frozen disbelief to greeting her as if she were any other human being first try.

"The very same. The pleasure is all mine, Doctor." she said, inclining her head towards him - a more formal greeting than she usually offered people, but his courtesy deserved a response in kind.

[threeleggeddoc]

Courtesy was so ingrained in Watson's breeding that, in the face of complete bewilderment, politeness would probably be his first response to anything. It was fortunate that in this situation, it worked in his favor.

Watson inclined his head in a small bow before replacing his hat. He smiled in a way that made his mustache twitch, and inclined his head in her direction. "Forgive me, Madame, if I cannot crouch to meet you at eye level. My leg prevents me from doing so. But I would be happy to enjoy your company regardless. Are you out on patrol?"

[thirdshiner]

"Nothing to forgive, Doctor," the Dog said, with a wag of her tail. "Though, if you don't mind my asking, what is the matter with your leg?" She had noticed the cane, but she didn't remember ever having heard the reason behind it, and there was always the chance of a good story.

"I am indeed on patrol - perhaps you would like to walk with me?"

[threeleggeddoc]

"I would like nothing better!" he said brightly at the invitation to walk, and fell into step naturally beside her despite the lilt in his step and the constant clack of the cane against the ground. As long as she did not walk too fast, he did not think he would find any difficulty. The ground was hard and was not inconvenient to navigate.

"As for my leg, I was in an accident some eight months ago. It was a messy business, Madame, and I came out poorer a limb from it. But pray do not worry; it is recovering well." As well as shattered bone could recover, but he was a doctor and practiced the science on himself. Things could, decidedly, be far worse.