It was some sight to take in, that was for sure. Between the little satellite-topped umbrella and the dog who'd apparently worked out how to play fetch with itself, Sam almost didn't know, stumbling upon the pair as he wandered down the beach, which to pay attention to first. The stick landing near his feet decided that for him pretty quickly, though, and he wasn't going to object. While he was beginning to think more and more these days that something was trying to make him miss his own dog, he couldn't mind that too much when the island was host to a ridiculous number of adorable pets, this one included.
"Here, boy, you wanna play?" he asked, grinning, before he picked up the stick and gave it a good, long toss, then wandered over to the girl at the computer. Tempting as it was to find out what she was doing - God, it had been ages since he'd even had a computer in his hands, let alone accomplished anything with one - he didn't yet try to look, instead just raising his eyebrows as he looked down at her. "He yours?"
Ein barked happily when the human picked up his stick. He wasn't often like this, but sometimes he just wanted to play with a stick. Usually, Edward helped and was happy to, but when she went off into her computer world, well, Ein made do. And today, that meant playing cute for the new human.
Of course when he looked back and saw that the human was moving over to talk to Edward he wondered how long his luck would last.
Edward on the other hand, kept her head down and continued to type. "Ein is Ein's, he stays with Edward, though." It was funny, she thought, how everyone assumed that Ein was owned. Ein was like Edward, he went where he wanted to, when he wanted to. If you couldn't own people, how did you own dogs?
"And Edward is... you?" Sam guessed, eyebrows raising. It was an odd way of putting it, sure, but unless the girl - no more than a kid, really - was randomly referring to someone whom Sam had never met, it was the best guess he had. Stranger things had happened than someone talking in third person, anyway (or a girl having a name more commonly attributed to guys, for that matter). On the technically nonexistent scale of quirks, it didn't rank too highly. "Ein, huh? He's cute."
As for the computer, Sam had been a CS major, at least for a little while; he was more than used to being talked to without someone's gaze lifting from their computer screen. It did make him wish for one of his own, though, fingers flexing instinctively at his sides. He'd have to ask what she was doing, when it didn't seem like too many questions on top of each other.
"Edward. Is. Edward." She pointed at herself with a flourish and went back to typing furiously, erasing all the code she'd just written, and writing new. She was going to get into the Stark-man's computer someday, she just was. "And who is the person-person?" A hand pointed at Sam and then was held out, palm up.
As if summoned, or just really observant, Ein darted over to deposit the stick in Edward's hand. "Throw, please." Edward held the stick out to Sam. Better to delegate, she thought she was onto something.
Ein just took a few steps in the likely throwing direction and sat, waiting patiently.
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"Here, boy, you wanna play?" he asked, grinning, before he picked up the stick and gave it a good, long toss, then wandered over to the girl at the computer. Tempting as it was to find out what she was doing - God, it had been ages since he'd even had a computer in his hands, let alone accomplished anything with one - he didn't yet try to look, instead just raising his eyebrows as he looked down at her. "He yours?"
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Of course when he looked back and saw that the human was moving over to talk to Edward he wondered how long his luck would last.
Edward on the other hand, kept her head down and continued to type. "Ein is Ein's, he stays with Edward, though." It was funny, she thought, how everyone assumed that Ein was owned. Ein was like Edward, he went where he wanted to, when he wanted to. If you couldn't own people, how did you own dogs?
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As for the computer, Sam had been a CS major, at least for a little while; he was more than used to being talked to without someone's gaze lifting from their computer screen. It did make him wish for one of his own, though, fingers flexing instinctively at his sides. He'd have to ask what she was doing, when it didn't seem like too many questions on top of each other.
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As if summoned, or just really observant, Ein darted over to deposit the stick in Edward's hand. "Throw, please." Edward held the stick out to Sam. Better to delegate, she thought she was onto something.
Ein just took a few steps in the likely throwing direction and sat, waiting patiently.
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