Ni de aquí, ni de allá

[missile_crisis]

WHO: Los Dos Esposos John and Ale
WHEN: Backdated to March 6th
WHERE: John's loft
WHAT: Stop fucking crying already, Madre de Dios.

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[pride_of_kiwi]

When it became rather apparent that John would not be re-claiming his cell or that it would not be bestowed to him upon request, he glanced down his torso at the bag emitting the glorious aroma of home cooked food.

"But Rodriguez-" He murmured, pawing at flimsy foil and paper much in the same manner a curious raccoon might. "There's nothin' I can do-"

John turned his 'sorrowful' eyes to the disapproval aimed at his head.

The stereo wailed and the Kiwi, returning to his purportedly missing agony, then channeled (through lip-syncing) the indomitable spirit of Miss Tyler.

"It's a total eclipse of the heart."

[missile_crisis]

A shame for Mister Key that Señor Rodríguez was growing steadily less impressed with this whole situation, and once more cursing himself for coming to John's "aid". Again. He'd stopped keeping count at this point and was sort of horrified to realize he was slowly becoming acclimated to this unorthodoxy and that he had even begun to resign himself to the fact that this would probably be what the rest of his (if God was at all merciful) hopefully not-too-drawn-out life would be like.

With John. (He inwardly cringed as though someone had run sharp nails down his spine.)

A small white head poked through the unzipped opening of the bag still looped over Alejándro's shoulder and peeped around curiously from beneath his arm, surveying these new surroundings with objective inquisitiveness and nosing at the bag, impatient to be out of the cramped space.

"Aish, so demanding..." Ale muttered, lowering the bag to the floor and letting Hewie tumble himself out to explore.

[pride_of_kiwi]

Reactionary chaos was instantaneous. Hands shot out like heat seeking missiles locked on Target: Small furry creature. For a few terrifying moments thereafter, the continuation of Hewie's short (though thoroughly well-enjoyed) life became a precarious affair. John had latched on with a sound akin to a dying ape and the unwitting victim was tugged quickly toward the gaping maw of the beast-

Dog and man bumped noses.

"Now why can't your master be as friendly as you, mate?"

[missile_crisis]

"Probably because his master has more sense than an animal..." Ale muttered darkly, retrieving the abandoned bag of food from the floor to place on a nearby side table.

It was clear that John was included in the category of "Animal", sub-category unknown and covered in precautionary tape.

"Mind ju don't kill him. He's new y puppies don't come with a warranty."

The cellphone was hidden away during this moment of distraction; Ale then turned to watch this interaction carefully, with an expression that said he was almost embarrassed to admit it, but...

"And I like him, so play nice."