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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 24, 2013 15:10:01 GMT -5
Zoey nodded quietly once they arrived and she climbed out of the truck, pushinher seat forward to help Jack out of the back, looping his leash around her wrist. She wasn't worried about him getting roudy like the younger pup might. Once he was out and sniffing around, she clipped the leash onto Diesel and helping him ou of the truck bed with a yawn, feeling self conscious amidst a taller Nathan, and theee decent sized dogs. But oh well. He personality had always made up for it. She shifted her weight, waiting patiently for Nathan.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 24, 2013 16:21:52 GMT -5
I close the driver's side door and hook the leash onto Cara before pulling her into my arms to help her down from the bed of the truck. She was a small dog, but had an attitude of a great dane. I put the door back up and walk over to reach for Butch, a grunt escaping me as I set him down.
"Fat ass." I say, a slight tone of affection in my voice as I clipped on his leash before closing the passenger side door.
"Okay, we're good." I add to Zoey before starting up the path towards the white picket fence where the sound of barking and laughter was coming from.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 24, 2013 16:25:14 GMT -5
Zoey his a smile as she heard the affection in his voice. When he said they were good to go she nodded, keeping up with him at his side, and keeping an eye on the dogs as well while they walked. She could here others, but mentally vowed to try and be on her own best behavior.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 24, 2013 16:47:10 GMT -5
Zoey kept to my side as we walked, the dogs in front of us, Diesel straining against his tether as he sniffed. "We can let them go, they'll come when you call." I say after we open the gate, closing it behind us. I bend over to unclasp Cara and then Butch, watching as the poodle mix ran off and the lab looked around for a moment before simply sitting down and looking at me. I roll my eyes, starting over towards a bench to sit down, crossing my arms over my chest. I'd forgotten the frisbee and stuff at home, but it'd be fine. They just needed to get some exercise.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 25, 2013 1:20:27 GMT -5
Zoey leaned down and unclipped them, ruffling Jack's ears before she trailed after Nathan over to the be ch, scooting back and tapping her toes on the ground before she neatly rolled the leashes and gently set them in Nathan's lap. Hazel eyes looked out across the dog park quietly as she picked nailpolish from her thumbnail, not really sure what to say to the guy. She din't think he seemed like the most open book, but maybe that was just her trying to find excuses not to get to know him.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 25, 2013 11:10:05 GMT -5
I watch like a protective mother hen as Cara and Diesel ran around, their tails wagging. Jack didn't stray far, and Butch just followed after us to sit down at my feet. Typical. I glance over at Zoey as she sat down beside me before looking down at the lab at my feet. I still didn't really know why she'd bother to come except for the fact that she felt she owed me for signing off on her tattoos- it really wasn't a big deal. Or at least to me. I bite the inside of my lower lip, trying to think of something witty to say. When I wasn't drunk I wasn't the most sociable of people, though I highly doubted me cracking open a beer would make Zoey talk to me. All I could think of was nice weather we're having'. Lame.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 25, 2013 12:24:40 GMT -5
Zoey glanced at him awkwardly. She was used to using snarky remarks. Reaching down absently, she pet the lab before straightening up. "So..." She breathed before spotting a stick and jumping up to grab it, trying to coax Diesel over to play tug-of-war. She blew hair from her face, smiling.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 25, 2013 18:17:46 GMT -5
I start to ask her about if she had pets when she jumps up to run over and pick up a stick and call to Diesel. I sigh and look down at Butch as if asking him for advice. He pants and his tail thumps against the ground and I roll my eyes, looking down to pick at my finger nails.
A grunt escapes me as Cara jumps up onto my lap- I hadn't seen her coming. "Hi." I coo, scratching her behind her ears. She licked my face before jumping down to bound away again.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Jul 27, 2013 2:49:50 GMT -5
Zoey eventually tired of playing with Diesel once she had calmed her own mind some. Her insecurities and slight panic. She wasn't used to this, was 't sure about making a friend who wasn't a gay guy. She hated fucking bitches and well...was afraid of guys... So she pushed everyone away. Why should Nathan be different?
Still, she scraped together all her courage and finally turned back to him and bounded over. Taking a seat near him again, she looked up with cautious eyes and a questioning smile.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Jul 27, 2013 17:49:06 GMT -5
I look up as she eventually comes back over to sit beside me. "Tell me, do you come here often?" I say in my most suave, voice, arching an eyebrow at her before shaking my head.
"Just kidding." I add in a bland voice, looking away for a moment.
"Do you have any pets?" I ask, genuine interest in my deep voice. I hated that most of our conversations had revolved around tattoos and animals, but we had both of those in common, so why not stick to safe ground? Well, I'd have to leave it eventually, I knew. but not just yet.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 1, 2013 1:44:10 GMT -5
"No I don't I decided to come with a strange man," She teased, sticking her tongue out. Why was she coming out of her shell? It was frustrating really. "Nah.. Tony has a rabbit, but other than that we don't. There's this really cute puppy at the humane society that just came in.. I go there sometimes when I have nothing to do.." Which was often if she knew it just came in. "He's a great dane pup. He's got the biggest paws on him it's soo cute. His name's turbo. He sat and cried when his mama got hit and someone brought her and him in." She smiled. Puppy: click :3 |
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 1, 2013 13:43:30 GMT -5
I roll my eyes as she replies and I shake my head. "A bunny?" i ask, making a face. What kind of a pet was that? Lame. "I do, too. that's how I end up with a horde." I reply, chuckling as I watched Cara walk over to sniff at a chihuahua before bounding away again. "Turbo's a good name." I say, looking over at Zoey with a small grin on my face. "They always grow into their paws." I add, looking away for a moment.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 6, 2013 12:34:27 GMT -5
She smiled at him as he spoke and then grinned before saying they grew into their paws. "Yeah. So...I'm trying to save up enough for the adoption fee and enough to take care of him...Dunno what my mom will think.." She looked down into her lap quietly, too ashamed to admit where that money would probably come from.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 6, 2013 20:06:32 GMT -5
"Adoptions still don't cost as much as buying something with a predigree." I reply, shrugging my broad shoulders. I did think the fees were still a bit rediculous, but they had to keep the place going somehow. "I hope you get to have him. Puppy's are pretty awesome, though I personally prefer the elderly." I add, looking down at Butch before my light brown eyes find Jack not too far away. "Not my taste in women, though. That'd be sorta disgusting." I add, chuckling as I nudge Zoey playfully.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 8, 2013 1:41:15 GMT -5
"True," Zoey breathed and sighed. "Same here...the uh...past few months I haven't kept a lot of friends and the house feels lonely with my dad missing and my mom working.. It'd be nice." She bit her lip. Her mom didn't even know about Jason raping her..she just thought they'd cut it off. Honestly Zoey was terrified of going out alone, of turning a corner and him being there. She hadn't seen him since.
Nathan nudged her and she blinked, laughing a bit. The sound started strained then eased up some. "You're ancient," She teased, then smiled. "I'm kidding."
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