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A Soldier and a smol pup

Angeal landed in a fountain and fortunately found an odd change of clothes in his new 'apartment' while his dried. And he did try his best to keep up with that gnome guy or whoever handed him the blue satchel and took off. But it scurried under some fallen tree trunks and even with his heightened senses and enhanced physical abilities, the First Class couldn't seem to keep up and it frustratingly disappeared out of sight.

Where this place was and why he was here wasn't answered. Why he was back from the Lifestream had gone unanswered. Everything about this place made absolute zero sense. He could remember picking Zack up from the battlefield, and bringing him to the Lifestream. And he even touched his own back. No Buster sword there, he'd given that to Zack who gave it to Cloud.

And then he wandered with his thoughts tumbling over each other eventually he came to the park and found a small wooden bench. So he sat down and tried to figure this new place out. He's not quite sure what is going on or why he's back from the Lifestream. Nothing looks familiar and as he continued to sit there, his ears picked up the sound of a small whine.

Standing up, the First Class started to look around and finally located the sound coming from a very small ball of fur.

Turning to someone nearby, he shook his head. "Does he belong to you?"

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Well, at least he smiled.

"There are dogs. Mister Llewellyn has one. It is named Pretzel."

She doesn't really know why, but it's true.

"Pretzel?" Angeal asked. He had no idea where that sort of a name could come from. In his own mind it was pretty foreign. But it did give him insight that other people did keep dogs as pets, such as this Mister Llewellyn, whoever he was.

"I'm guessing they're allowed in the apartments then."

Whereas back home he couldn't have one if he was new to the army. Since he was a First he could though.

"Yes. Pretzel visits mine when Mister Llewellyn comes over for my lessons," she answered with a grin. He was teaching her to write these human languages better. "Is this dog to be yours then?"

Lessons? Angeal wondered what those were but wasn't sure he should ask. So he looked back at the pup and nodded as its tail wagged.

"I think so."

If he asked, she would tell. She was just like that.

"Ah, then you should find Llewellyn! He would know where to get feed for your scentb- dog. For the dog."

Angeal lowered his head a minute. "I don't want to inconvenience anyone. He might be busy." Sure this was Angeal's shyness talking but he didn't want to be a pest either.

And the he nodded. "If I see him I'll make sure to ask though."

"I do not believe he will find this an inconvenience," the woman insisted. Because Llewellyn was kind like that.

"He has a dog with very floppy ears. I cannot imagine why. It trips over them. It is very cute."

He wasn't convinced because rolling up on someone just because they had a dog wasn't a good enough reason to try and befriend someone. But stranger things had happened he supposed.

Like winding up alive again, that was definitely one of them.

Angeal half laughed to hear about this dog and it gave him a silly mental image. "It makes me wonder if his dog is still a pup yet if it's tripping over its own ears as you say."

Not that he doubted her.

Weren't dog people like that though?

"I do not know. I just know that it follows things by scent. Which makes the big ears weird."

"That does sound weird, but it may depend on what breed the dog is." He didn't want to say 'pup' because he wasn't sure what this other dog looked like or how old it was.

"I'll have to ask him if we cross paths. But it's not something I'm going to go out of my way to find out yet."

"Breed? It is male."

Surely that is what he means. Unless she misunderstands.

That answer had the Soldier blink a minute or two before he realized the miscommunication. So he smiled. "No, not what gender it is, but what type of dog. There's a lot of different ones and his must look different from this pup because you said it had big ears, right?"

Types of dogs? Nope, she's very confused by that too, looking at Angeal with shock. There are types of dogs? She thought the visual difference between this one and Pretzel was on par with the difference between blue- and pink-skinned Kree.

"Yes, very different. Shorter legs compared to the length of the body. A far more pronounced muzzle and nose, a droopy face, and the fur was closer and more sleek."

Truly she hadn't entirely been certain they were the same creature.

"Shorter legs." the Soldier echoed while looking at his pup. Well this one had short legs and he listened as Lauri-Ell listed the features of this Llewellyn's dog. After Angeal heard all of that he nodded.

"Definitely sounds like a different type of dog then with that sort of detailed description."

This was accompanied with a smile.

"Ah, then perhaps you do not wish to have interactions," Lauri-Ell says, because she doesn't know, perhaps people don't want to mix with other types of dogs.

He shook his head with a smile. "I'm sure I'll run into him at some point. And then it's really a matter if the dogs themselves will get along. Some dogs like other dogs and some don't. So they're really kind of just like people."

At least that logic worked in his own mind.

"I hope their encounter is nice then," Lauri-Ell answered with a smile. It was something she would hope for.

"I do too. I wouldn't want to have the dogs meet and all of a sudden there's a fight going on."

It did worry him that it was a possibility, so he planned on keeping his pup at a distance before trying to see if they'd get along.

"Do dogs do that?" she said, shocked. She could get dogs not liking each other, but would they fight? No, that seemed so weird to him.

He nodded. "They do. But if this man's dog would fight or not isn't something I can tell." Angeal looked at the pup with a smile. "Or the pup might start a fight. So if or when the two meet, I'll be sure to keep an eye on the situation."

Looking at Lauri-Ell, the former First smiled. "Or it might not happen at all."

"That is very wise of you," Lauri-Ell noted with a sage nod. Yes, this man was making good sense. "I admit I have little experience with animals beyond Pretzel."

So she didn't know a lot of how humanity's beasts behave.

"There seem to be plenty of animals here." Angeal observed as he folded his arms across his chest. There was a slight smile in his voice as he had spoken.

"Have you ever seen a chocobo?"

"I have seen them around," she agrees. "Our ores for the smithy are often brought by chocobo cart. They are strange, such large birds. ANd beautiful too!"

Perhaps she should invest in one. But are there ones big enough for her? A mystery.

Angeal smiled. "They're definitely large birds." And he tried to stay off of their backs. Helicopters and the like he could handle. But a living creature that could run like the wind or so he heard, that he wasn't too sure of.

"Glad to hear they're in use here though."

"They are in much use," she agreed with a nod. "Very useful creatures. Strange ones too. I have never known birds to be so large on Earth or the planets on which I was stationed."

Which did not mean they didn't exist. They clearly existed.

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