Hermes (magicitself) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2014-02-28 20:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: hermes maiason, character: russell wallace, location: carrick estate, thread: complete, |week: 09, ~date: 09/september 06 |
Who: Hermes, Russell
When: Friday Afternoon, Week 9
Where: Carrick's estate
Why: Russell has permission to play with Carrick's new toy.
Warnings: TBD
The dog loved Hermes. She was a big fluff ball, but Hermes finally found the limits to her energy. He'd spent an hour and a half throwing the tennis ball and running around with her miraculously without damaging any of the expensive antiques. He also managed to figure out how to balance properly on a lot of the railings and things while he ran her. The other two dogs seemed alright with him, at least pleased that he was keeping Elsa busy. The third one? That thing would just look at him for a while like he was waiting for him to make a break for it so it had an excuse to make his entrails into extrails.
Regardless, she was collapsed half on his thigh as he sat in the corridor. He sunk his fingers into her fur while she panted happily, tongue lolling and the tennis ball pinned against her belly by one paw. "Really, Elsa. You were supposed to give me a run for my money here. You're the one with the reputation." The dog made a soft grunt of a noise, writhing on his leg. Hermes obliged, rubbing her throat and under her jaw for her while her tail thumped on the ground.
The presence of someone else's thoughts (not any that he was listening to, but still present anyway,) pulled his attention away from the dog. He hadn't been paying attention for long and someone else had gotten the drop on him. He lifted his gaze, expression still open and smiling even when he realized who it was. "My lord Russell," he said, grinning up at the werewolf. "I didn't hear you coming. I trust the afternoon finds you well."