[thread] eternity of time is ticking away endlessly

[leather_samurai]

Who: Aya, Crawford
What: Crawford leaving...?
When: Morning
Where: A small house in the residential district
Why: Puppy is not longer a puppy
Rating: Unrestricted

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[i_knew_that]

Waking up was beautiful. Crawford yawned loudly, tongue lolling out of his mouth as his tail gave a few early-morning thumps against the floor. He'd had the most wonderful dream.

For a precog, dreams usually panned out surprisingly well.

The puppy gave his head a good shake (his ears felt good when they flopped against the side of his head like that; Fujimiya was obviously not rubbing them enough to keep them stimulated) before pushing himself shakily to his feet. He lifted his nose, caught the scent of tea, and started off toward the kitchen.

It would be best if he could coax the samurai down onto the floor. Tail waving peacefully, Crawford trotted into the room, snorting once before seating himself calmly at Fujimiya's side. A quick sneeze, and he settled his head against the man's leg, peering hopefully up into his... 'master's' face.

He was used to betraying his 'masters,' after all.

[leather_samurai]

Ran blinked at the dog leaning on him. Crawford looked pleased with himself. Probably a bad thing.

Reaching down to scratch the puppy behind the ears, he put down his cup. "So. You look happy today. Did you sleep well?" Not that he expected Crawford to answer him. Dogs couldn't talk, and he wasn't the Mastermind. The thought of Schuldig made him flinch. Damn.

"...you really should turn back soon, you know. It'd be better..."

He wished he had slept the night before.

[i_knew_that]

The light scratch behind the ear got the tail swishing faster, a tiny pleased noise emitting from the dog as he leaned into the redhead's hand. Part of his brain was actively canine, after all. It couldn't help itself.

The flinch was grounding, really. Crawford shook his head away from the hand with another sneeze before boosting himself up onto his back legs, front paws supporting his weight as they rested on Fujimiya's leg. He fixed the man briefly with a thoughtful, nearly concerned look (standard to puppies of all sizes), then leaned forward. Puppy kisses sometimes worked to bring the Weiss assassin out of his broodiness.

Besides, it was fun slobbering on people.

[leather_samurai]

Ran blinked and turned his head, trying to get out of the way of the dog's tongue. The cheerful aftereffects had gone the night before, when he had been pleading with Schuldig. It felt distinctly like Crawford was trying to get him to feel better, but it had to be a trick. A prelude to something.

"Stop that, ne?" he said, finally getting his hand around the dog's muzzle. "No kisses today."