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HEY, BULLDOG

Apr 13, 2011 12:37

Who: wishgrant and atrumcanis!
When: afternoon of Tuesday, 12 April
Where: the lawn of that gigantic phancy mansion
Summary: A dog and a kid and the great outdoors and a load of general cheerfulness! The worst thing that could happen is that Padfoot might eat a bee or something.

( You can talk to me, if you're lonely, you can talk to me! )

sirius black, luca macken

Comments 4

wishgrant April 13 2011, 20:34:46 UTC

Given the chaos that never seemed to leave the Phancyhive house, Luca had been getting less and less of a chance lately to go outside without brother someone having to accompany him. But just before dinner he'd found the chance to run outside, where it was far warmer than inside the mansion.

It was the yipping that caught his attention, out of the ordinary for a house surrounded mostly by birds while the dogs were kept inside. There shouldn't have been any stray runs running around, as there hadn't been in all the time they'd lived there. Had Finny let Danaway out by accident? Quietly, Luca tiptoed his way past the side of the building, peeking past the brick to peer at the dog in the sun.

Would it run if he approached it?

Just as quietly, he emerged from the side of building, walking slowly toward the dog.

"You're not Danaway Are you playin' here, doggy?"

atrumcanis April 13 2011, 21:18:02 UTC

Padfoot sat up at the sound of the voice, rolling from his side to his stomach. It was a small voice--no, better, it was a friendly small voice, pitched at a level that promised treats-out-of-little-pockets and sticky hands and something to chase.

Sirius didn't really care for obnoxious little children, but Padfoot was of a different mind. It was difficult to dislike things that provided easy access to snacks. His tail beat against the ground, hard, and he barked--a friendly bark, with an upward inflection. And then, committed to answering that question--yes, he was playing, he was absolutely playing, and who was Danaway, and what did it matter, because he, Padfoot, was the one who was here right now--he threw himself onto his side and wriggled in the grass a bit, rubbing his nose against the dirt.

sorry about the sudden tense change /o\ i have difficulty writing in third person past tense orz wishgrant April 14 2011, 15:51:33 UTC

"You're gonna get all dirty!" It comes out a giggle as he toddles his way over to the excited animal, sure now that he wasn't going to have to make a quick run for it to keep his face from being eaten or something. He squats down next to the dog, grinning and scratching at it's belly. "Do you wanna play fetch?"

He rises to his feet with one last scratch behind the dogs ears, glancing around quickly for a stick or ball or something similar that might have been left in the yard. What do you say? Wanna play fetch? " He bends, grinning back at Padfoot as if expecting him to answer with words. "I'll find us somethin'!"

No problem! Whatever works! <3 atrumcanis April 14 2011, 17:46:57 UTC

Oh, this one is great. Padfoot immediately surmises the situation, in simple terms, as only a dog can. This one is great, not only has it petted his stomach and scratched his ears, but now it wants to play. Play is enough to get him on his feet, just at that one word, and he runs a quick circle around the child, his tail beating at the air, before running off a few paces to bend in a bow, smacking his forepaws in the grass.

Hopefully a bark is enough to communicate his enthusiasm, but just in case it isn't, he adds another bark, and another--friendly barks, almost yips, his tail frantically fanning the air. Yes yes yes yes yes.