[ That makes him feel warm inside, like he's finally starting to do things right by someone. More than anything, he hopes he doesn't ruin it. ]
Truth be told, you remind me of my daughter, Rose. You're both too bright and too headstrong for your own good! LOL! I'll tell you all about her when you swing by. I might have a slice of key-lime for you, too! I need someone to tell me how it is! :D
My Dad is more like Gomez Addams? Like, he even went out and learned three different fencing styles.
:D Aw, thanks! I would have loved meeting her but I wouldn't inflict this place on her.
I'll be by in about 2 hours.
As stated Annie does take two hours. It's almost longer because of the dog who had gone from okay earlier to pretty sad. She thought maybe something was in the air? Once they got outside however he perked right up!
"Aw, what a good boy," Annie informs the dog. He is yipping and trying to go after anything that moves. It's that alone that convinces Annie the dog must be very puppy like still although from what she recalls of the breed he doesn't look that young.
Two hours is the perfect amount of time! After all, Slade needs to make his house puppy-safe by making sure it's not rigged to explode at any moment. Somehow de-bombing his house is more involved than installing explosives in the first place. Who knew!
The entirety of that time is spent clearing the tripwire from each of the doorways and windowsills, removing pressure plates from beneath both the front and the back door entrance, and triple-checking to make sure nothing ballistic was left behind.
By the end of it, his house looks much more like a retro, suburban family home and much less like a warzone. Slade even went as far as to spruce up the pillows and dust off the countertops; he's having guests, after all!
"Annie?" When he opens the door, there's a sheen of sweat and what might either be dirt or gunpowder across his brow. Dog-proofing a home is hard work! "Hey, and who's this little guy? Why don't you both come on in? I've got some fresh scones I made earlier in the day and I could really use a taste-tester."
Annie doesn't know about the explosive devices and were this any other week it would shock her to Louis Renault proportions. This week she is utterly convinced that Sladd is cut from the same cloth as Fred Rogers. There is no way he could possibly be dangerous.
"I've been calling him Lucky," Annie freely admits. She couldn't think of a great name for him. "He has a lot of spunk. He seems to do a lot better if you let him check things out."
The little dog is already straining to go check out Slade. His little tail is wagging away as he is taking in every little detail. Annie scuttles in following after the curious dog.
"Ooh. Did you do plain ones or have you been experimenting?"
"Didn't he have a name before..." Before you killed and devoured his owner? "Before he came into your custody?"
Nailed it.
It's not like Slade's got any qualms against the name. When the little guy comes sniffing around, Slade keeps still and tries not to scare him off. But after living in a monster world, this puppy probably isn't scared of much of anything.
"I'll have to be honest," He says while couching down beside him. He offers out a hand that no doubt smells of cake batter and peaches. "I've been thinking of some names of my own. Ever since you told me about him, I've been brainstorming. Micah, or Jacob... maybe Gideon." He looks up at Annie. "I'm sure you'll help me workshop something.
"Hey, go on and help yourself. Mostly all experimenting. Can't say I've perfected much of anything. Last batch was blackberry. They should still be about cooled now up on top of the stove."
"His collar said Buddy? I thought it was kind of boring," Annie admits. She thought that the dog deserved something that was more than just a key part of his personality. Lucky just wants to be friends with anyone.
"I seriously felt bad for the dog." Lucky's little tail is wagging away quickly. He obviously is fine with almost anything and even starts trying to lick Slade.
"Maybe he needs something better. I mean, he deserves so much more than he had. I think he was pretty lonely," Annie remarks as she goes in search of a scone.
"I have this sort of older cat? I named him Gomez. Anyways, Lucky kept trying to make friends. Gomez is just uh, sort of cranky? The only time he tolerated Lucky is if he was sleeping. If it weren't for that I would totally keep him."
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I haven't been by yet. He's a good dog he just doesn't get along great with my cat Gomez. :( Gomez is pretty cranky?
Of course! You're like an Uncle to me. I wouldn't want you to ever get taken advantage of.
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[ That makes him feel warm inside, like he's finally starting to do things right by someone. More than anything, he hopes he doesn't ruin it. ]
Truth be told, you remind me of my daughter, Rose. You're both too bright and too headstrong for your own good! LOL! I'll tell you all about her when you swing by. I might have a slice of key-lime for you, too! I need someone to tell me how it is! :D
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:D Aw, thanks! I would have loved meeting her but I wouldn't inflict this place on her.
I'll be by in about 2 hours.
As stated Annie does take two hours. It's almost longer because of the dog who had gone from okay earlier to pretty sad. She thought maybe something was in the air? Once they got outside however he perked right up!
"Aw, what a good boy," Annie informs the dog. He is yipping and trying to go after anything that moves. It's that alone that convinces Annie the dog must be very puppy like still although from what she recalls of the breed he doesn't look that young.
He must be young at heart.
"Hello? Slade?"
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The entirety of that time is spent clearing the tripwire from each of the doorways and windowsills, removing pressure plates from beneath both the front and the back door entrance, and triple-checking to make sure nothing ballistic was left behind.
By the end of it, his house looks much more like a retro, suburban family home and much less like a warzone. Slade even went as far as to spruce up the pillows and dust off the countertops; he's having guests, after all!
"Annie?" When he opens the door, there's a sheen of sweat and what might either be dirt or gunpowder across his brow. Dog-proofing a home is hard work! "Hey, and who's this little guy? Why don't you both come on in? I've got some fresh scones I made earlier in the day and I could really use a taste-tester."
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"I've been calling him Lucky," Annie freely admits. She couldn't think of a great name for him. "He has a lot of spunk. He seems to do a lot better if you let him check things out."
The little dog is already straining to go check out Slade. His little tail is wagging away as he is taking in every little detail. Annie scuttles in following after the curious dog.
"Ooh. Did you do plain ones or have you been experimenting?"
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Nailed it.
It's not like Slade's got any qualms against the name. When the little guy comes sniffing around, Slade keeps still and tries not to scare him off. But after living in a monster world, this puppy probably isn't scared of much of anything.
"I'll have to be honest," He says while couching down beside him. He offers out a hand that no doubt smells of cake batter and peaches. "I've been thinking of some names of my own. Ever since you told me about him, I've been brainstorming. Micah, or Jacob... maybe Gideon." He looks up at Annie. "I'm sure you'll help me workshop something.
"Hey, go on and help yourself. Mostly all experimenting. Can't say I've perfected much of anything. Last batch was blackberry. They should still be about cooled now up on top of the stove."
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"I seriously felt bad for the dog." Lucky's little tail is wagging away quickly. He obviously is fine with almost anything and even starts trying to lick Slade.
"Maybe he needs something better. I mean, he deserves so much more than he had. I think he was pretty lonely," Annie remarks as she goes in search of a scone.
"I have this sort of older cat? I named him Gomez. Anyways, Lucky kept trying to make friends. Gomez is just uh, sort of cranky? The only time he tolerated Lucky is if he was sleeping. If it weren't for that I would totally keep him."