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A man and a dog stand on the edge of a dog park.
This isn’t really a normal occurrence for them. Flack usually spends enough time outside to keep himself active, but not more than he has to—Fringe events have a tendency to pop up out of nowhere and even if he won’t be safer in a building, he likes to delude himself that he could be. And as for Fred—well, Fred is pretty new to the world in general, and is used to spending most of his life cooped up in his sister’s apartment. His only steps into the outside world come with when he gets to go for a walk, but according to the vet, that’s not enough. He needs more exercise, his sister needs more time for mundane, boring things like sleep, and Flack is the one who works nights and has afternoons perfectly free.
He’s starting to regret getting Samantha this dog, but that is an argument for another time. Right now, he needs to figure out how to get Fred to get actual exercise.
Fred looks up at Flack with a sound that’s damn near close to a whine, and Flack simply gives him a look right back. “Oh, don’t give me that. You’re the one the vet said wasn’t getting outside enough.” The dog looks utterly rejected, and Flack is starting to really wish he hadn’t agreed to this. But he takes a few steps into the park anyway, trying to see if that will encourage him any.
It doesn’t.
“C’mon on,” he sighs, looking over the dog with a frown. “Why’d I have to get her a pug? Why couldn’t I have gotten her a golden retriever?”
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lollobrigida! (Never mind the fact that it’s kind of late for both.) Set in one_smallchoice Which is being moved over to DW at some point. Elle is not_myfirstday and is used with permission and oodles of love.]A man and a dog stand on the edge of a dog park.
This isn’t really a normal occurrence for them. Flack usually spends enough time outside to keep himself active, but not more than he has to—Fringe events have a tendency to pop up out of nowhere and even if he won’t be safer in a building, he likes to delude himself that he could be. And as for Fred—well, Fred is pretty new to the world in general, and is used to spending most of his life cooped up in his sister’s apartment. His only steps into the outside world come with when he gets to go for a walk, but according to the vet, that’s not enough. He needs more exercise, his sister needs more time for mundane, boring things like sleep, and Flack is the one who works nights and has afternoons perfectly free.
He’s starting to regret getting Samantha this dog, but that is an argument for another time. Right now, he needs to figure out how to get Fred to get actual exercise.
Fred looks up at Flack with a sound that’s damn near close to a whine, and Flack simply gives him a look right back. “Oh, don’t give me that. You’re the one the vet said wasn’t getting outside enough.” The dog looks utterly rejected, and Flack is starting to really wish he hadn’t agreed to this. But he takes a few steps into the park anyway, trying to see if that will encourage him any.
It doesn’t.
“C’mon on,” he sighs, looking over the dog with a frown. “Why’d I have to get her a pug? Why couldn’t I have gotten her a golden retriever?”
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1293 words
