001 [Closed] Enis versus Dog

[blindpuppet]

Who; Enis Edrin & Pretzel Watts.
What; A pup looking for his old friend.
Where; As Enis is on her way from her new job to the Blue Building.
When; Now-ish.
Warnings; Max cuteness + grumpy beauty.


It didn't take her long to get acclimated to the city.

Enis took the logical approach and pushed any unsightly feelings out of sight. She had a new job at a strange apothecary working under a woman who appeared to rely on the combination of magic and chemistry. It was easy for Enis to convince her of her usefulness. Now she only needed to keep living, but that only made her distant feelings more difficult to disregard.

What was she doing here? What was the point? She was going to die but not until every instance of her father was wiped from the earth but none of that mattered here.

Enis was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the dog that began to follow her. It annoyed her but she wasn't about to take out her frustration on an innocent animal. She glared down at the dog and attempted to shoo it away with the wave of her hand. "Go away. I'm not playing with you."

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[gadaboutdetective]

“You and Rhy both have been known to have a habit of that, so I’m not surprised.” He responded with a lighter tone, making an absentminded mental note to not fill Pretzel up on more treats without a good walk before dinner later. He didn’t mind the spoiling. Of course, it was hard to be upset or cross with people who were just showing affection for the cute, fuzzy little creature.

He was almost as bad. The only thing keeping him from spoiling the dog rotten was the fact that he was in charge of training. “Honestly, he probably expected it from you. I don’t know how he got out on his own… But I expect he probably wanted to see you if he caught your trail. He’d gotten very good at following them.”

He nodded, though, awkwardly sidestepping out of the way of the door. “I do, so… Well, I know one place I might find you. Or where to look if Pretzel decides to seek one of his favourite people out without us again.” He added with a light tone, but… He got the feeling Enis was not keen to dwell. She had never been the sort to once she was exhausted by a social situation. And given they were still at an awkward, restarting point… He knew he shouldn’t expect her to linger and chat, they weren’t exactly friends yet, as much as he wanted them to be.

[blindpuppet]

"Is that so?" Enis looked back at Pretzel curiously. She had spent the last few hours with the pup and had been impressed at his intelligence but being able to track could prove to be useful. She'd keep that mental note logged away until it was needed.

She softly clicked her tongue against the inside of her cheek as she turned back to Llewellyn. "I'll let you know the times I feed him." Enis didn't like the idea of checking in with Llewellyn but it was for Pretzel's health, who she was already incredibly fond of.

Enis tucked the borrowed notebook under her arm before walking towards the door. She was entirely tapped out but their short interaction and she didn't want that cute puppy face to demand anything from her. She really couldn't say no to animals.

She didn't even say goodbye but walked to the apparentment next door to read in peace.

[gadaboutdetective]

“Yup!” Llewellyn responded with a small nod. Pretzel was incredibly spoiled at this point. He was a good dog, and listened well enough (most of the time)… So the detective wouldn’t complain too much, not unless it did eventually impact the hound’s health.

And since Enis promised to let him know when she did give the dog some extra treats, Llewellyn wasn’t too worried at this point. “Thank you, Enis. I, uh- appreciate that as much as Pretzel appreciates the treats.” He responded with a light chuckle.

Even if she didn’t say goodbye, Llewellyn still offered her a small, awkward wave and goodbye in parting. “Er- till later, then. Enjoy reading.” He commented clumsily before watching the next door shut behind her. He gave Pretzel a curious look, mumbling to himself as he closed his own door about how strange it was that the dog kept getting out and about without them knowing. Something to mention to Rhy, he supposed, as he resumed depositing the day’s notes on the table.

FTB