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 Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 9:44 am
Kally was delivering a pizza. This was not an unusual turn of events for her, since she was semiprofessionally employed by at least half the restaurants in the area to do ad hoc delivery things. Sometimes this meant going along with an actual deliveryperson to help carry twelve pizzas, and other times this meant riding her bike. Today she was riding her bike through a residential neighborhood, and that meant keeping an eye out for kids and dogs and... dogs chasing kids, and... slow-moving cars... She delivered the pizza and texted her mission-accomplished to the boss. The cash tip was hers, and went into the left pocket of her shorts; the signed check slip was for her employer, and went into the right pocket of her vest. Then she got back on her bike and started back down the quiet street, until-- Dog. Kally smacked on the breaks, turned the bike to miss the dog, and then promptly abandoned the bike on the sidewalk to go catch said streaking dalmatian. Didn't she know this dog? From school? Fido, or fidget, or something... She caught the dog across the other side of the street and sighed. "Now where do you belong," she asked, crouching to get a look at its collar. The address wasn't far, it was just... across... the street... Kally straightened up. "C'mon, you," she said. "Now's not the time to run about." MoonRazor I HOPE THIS IS OK I JUST KINDA... DOG. IT SEEMED OBVIOUS. HELP
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 9:57 am
Kally's semiprofessional employment was more than Cas could say about himself at the moment. He wasn't prone to laziness, usually, but he'd been in Ashdown for all of a week and deserved some sort of break. Plus, Rylan had a comfy a** house, and he'd be damned if he didn't take advantage of this transitional phase to lounge around a little bit and take a well-deserved mental vacation. So when the doorbell rang, it was safe to say he was a little bit miffed. But not entirely, because Rylan had abandoned him to his own devices in order to go work his 24 hour shift at the fire station, and nine hours in, the fact that he was completely alone in the house had started to dawn on him. He picked himself up off the couch to answer the door - but not without first pulling on shorts (more acceptable than... no shorts, as he'd learned the hard way). He was still halfway through yanking his tank over his head when he opened the door and stood for a second, head and one arm covered, gaping at the girl and the dog that stood in the doorway. Uh. His dog. Rylan's dog, whatever. Whoops. He pulled the rest tank over his arm and let it drop to actually clothe him before clearing his throat. "Oh, you found the dog," he managed to say, briefly wondering how mad Ry would've been to find Fidget gone after a long day at work.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 10:54 am
Kally never had any problems getting where she was going on time, so the wait for someone to answer the door didn't bother her. She waited patiently, fingers wrapped around the dog's collar in case he got ideas. Dogs, in her experience, had lots of ideas and none of them were very smart. The guy who answered the door was very tall and very buff, so kinda halfway to what Kally aspired to be. "Um, yeah," she said, standing up as proper as she could. "He--is he a boy?--was just runnin' around, so I thought..." She fumbled it. The sentence, not the dog. "There's leash laws and I didn't want anyone to get in trouble," she said.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 11:11 am
Fidget certainly did not always have smart ideas. Like running away. For now, though, he seemed content to stand by the door and pant happily as if he'd done nothing out of the ordinary. "Oh, right. Yea, leash laws," he said, still trying to make sense of the situation. Then again, hadn't Rylan mentioned something about Fidget always showing up when he whistled? Maybe he'd been whistled for. "Thanks for grabbing him, though," Cas added, mentally shaking himself out of the whistling train of thought and sliding back into his usual, talkative self. "I owe you one, my buddy would've been furious. You want anything? Money, snacks, beer?" She didn't look 21, but that was alright.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 12:53 pm
Kally's brow furrowed and she squinted at Cas like he'd said something incredibly weird, or else like she had bitten into an unripe lemon (for double the sourness). "I'm seventeen," she said. "That's… kind of illegal, sir. The beer part." She didn't even like beer. (Of course she'd had beer, she was homeless, not unpopular.) "But, um… isn't it kind of… a moral imperative? To look after dogs?" Dogs were good and pure and an expression of a loving world, so… She gave Fidget a scratch behind the ears. "Anyway, just, um. Don't let him out on his own, okay? 'Cause… he's a good dog. I think. Probably."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 7:50 pm
"Ah," Cas answered, dismissing the fact that she was underage with a wave of his hand. "There are more important things for Ashdown's finest to be after. Or so you'd hope. Either way, someone who's almost eighteen drinking a beer? If that's even a major concern for this town, it's got to sort out some priorities." But if Kally didn't want the beer, she didn't want the beer. He wasn't going to push anything of the sort on her, not even for rescuing the dog and, indirectly, him. "You're right, it is. We have a responsibility to the animals we own to make sure they live their best lives," he agreed. "He's staying in the house from now on. But are you sure you don't want anything? We have..." Protein powder, frozen fruit, milk... Probably nothing Kally wanted to take with her on a warm day. "Stuff."
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 11:04 pm
Uh. Kally had met adults (like real, legal adults, who had like... jobs, and could sign their own leases) who had just stone cold given no shits. It usually went hand-in-hand with full-volume screaming and black eyes, and she hurried scanned Cas in front of her for those warning signs. Did he smell like alcohol? He didn't look like someone who'd hurt a dog. Or Kally. Maybe he just really didn't care. But how often could you trust an adult to really not care? She looked down at Fidget and unwillingly took her hand off the dog's collar. "It's fine," she said. "It's really fine. Um. I'm gonna let you... get back to whatever you were doing..." She backed away, but her expression as she watched Cas was not a comfortable one.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 8:03 am
He almost made a joke about getting back to jerking it, but then he remembered she wasn't one of his buddies used to that kind of humor. Actually, she was a stranger and also a 17 year old girl, so... that would probably look as bad as it sounded. "Sure," he said instead. "If you ever want to walk a dog, this one would love you forever." He gestured to Fidget, who seemed to delight in every opportunity to run and play outside.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 3:17 pm
Kally ventured a smile, which is to say she smiled the same way a dog might when trying to convince someone it offered no threat. "I'll… I'll remember that, thank you," she said, and she beat a hasty retreat all the way back to her bike.
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