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Tweak says, "IT'S A TRAAAAAAAAP"

Terry Aaron Boot (dynamitebootsie) wrote in sixdegreesrpg,
@ 2009-05-18 11:28:00

Entry tags:

-1999 may, ernie macmillan, terry boot

RP: Kites & Puppies!
WHO: Terry Boot, Ernie Macmillan and OPEN
WHERE: The park
WHEN: Mid-afternoon, Monday (probably around most people's lunch hours)
WHAT: Terry & Rascal are out watching the kites and along comes Ernie. Cue intense discussions of writing and other things too.
RATING: A for adorable
WARNINGS: Ridic amounts of adorableness, mixed in with a small amount of war-related angst.
STATUS: Finished!

It was a gorgeous day and not for the first time Terry thought that working for his parents had its advantages. Not that he intended to take advantage of that fact, but when his father insisted he take a couple of hours and enjoy the outdoors, and Logan packed him a picnic basket with enough food for six people, and Rascal looked so hopeful at the idea of a walk, well, who was Terry to say no?

So he hooked the basket over his arm, snapped a leash onto his puppy, and headed out to the park to enjoy the early afternoon sun. It was warm enough that his long-sleeved shirt was all he needed, and actually the more he walked--or ran rather, as Rascal was an excitable puppy and there were tons of new smells for him to investigate on the way--he could feel his face flushing as he grew warm.

The park was crowded for a week day, people taking advantage of lunch breaks to come out and enjoy the sun most likely. Sunny days in May in London were rare things, so it only made sense. Several people were flying kits, and Rascal barked as a small boy ran past, the tail of his kite fluttering in the wind. Terry had to wrap the end of Rascal's leash tightly around his hand to keep the puppy from taking off in pursuit of a new toy.

"Come on Rascal, let's find a place to sit and eat," Terry said, feeling slightly ridiculous talking to his dog, but he couldn't help but grin as Rascal barked excitedly and bumped against Terry's calf with his body.

He finally found a great place on top of a small hill, where the sun would catch them and they'd have a great view of the kite fliers. It also had the advantage of being visible, so if anyone showed up, they'd see him immediately. He spread out the blanket his mother had provided him with, and pulled out the containers of Logan's food, making sure that the charms were in place to keep the curious puppy out of them. He noticed that there was a kite tucked in among the containers, shrunk for now until Terry had the chance to use it. There were appropriate treats for the dog as well, and Terry settled down with the dog in his lap, petting him idly, and munching on an apple in his other hand.

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withearnestness
2009-05-18 11:11 am UTC (link)

Ernie had called in sick that morning, unable to face outside. Which made coming out to the park an interesting experience, but Terry had said to head over if he had time, and it wasn't good to stay cooped up inside all the time, was it?

He'd had a shower, trying to wash away the scent of alcohol -- he hadn't been drinking a lot, but it was still alcohol before lunch -- and rugged himself up in more layers than the weather really necessitated, before heading outside, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

Terry was obvious, in his spot on top of the hill, and Ernie couldn't help smiling at the exuberant puppy as he gave Terry a slight wave.

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dynamitebootsie
2009-05-18 11:44 am UTC (link)

Terry had just been sitting on the blanket, eyes closed and face tilted up to the sun, when Rascal let out an excited bark and jumped off Terry's lap. He opened his eyes and smiled when he saw Ernie, returning the wave. Rascal, always excited to meet new people, sat on the edge of the blanket, body wriggling until Ernie was close enough that the puppy felt safe to spring into action.

With another happy bark, Rascal raced towards this new person and sniffed his ankles, tail moving wildly back and forth as he panted his hello.

"Hey Ernie," Terry said, grinning up at his friend and shielding his eyes from the sun. "I'm glad you decided to come out." He waved a hand at the puppy. "This is Rascal, as you can see he likes new people." He grinned cheerfully and motioned for Ernie to sit down. "Are you hungry? Logan packed a feast. There's ham sandwiches, and chocolate cheesecake, and freshly baked chips."

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	withearnestness 2009-05-18 11:47 am UTC (link)
	Ernie crouched down to scratch Rascal behind the ears, letting the puppy sniff his hand to get his scent. "Hey, there, beautiful boy," he murmured to Rascal, his smile brightening a bit. "You're gorgeous, aren't you? Hey, Terry. Nobody else showed up yet?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dynamitebootsie
2009-05-18 11:52 am UTC (link)

Terry sat back to watch as Rascal and Ernie got to know each other, laughing when the puppy decided that Ernie was a friend and licked his fingers, and jumped up, paws on Ernie's thighs, to get at his face. He reached out and scooped the puppy up, cuddling him as he shifted to make room for Ernie on the blanket. They could magically enlarge it, of course, but it was more than big enough for two people.

"Nope, you're the first," Terry said, still grinning as Rascal wormed his way out and settled on the blanket between them. "Glad you decided to come out. It's too gorgeous out to spend the afternoon alone. Did you have to work today?"

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	withearnestness 2009-05-18 11:55 am UTC (link)
	"No, I called in sick this morning," Ernie admitted, settling down on the blanket and absently petting Rascal again. "They can manage without me for a day; the worst that'll happen is a few papers go unfiled until tomorrow." It was a nice day, and he'd been spending too much time on his own lately. Besides, Terry was generally good company. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dynamitebootsie
2009-05-18 12:02 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, are you okay?" he asked in concern when Ernie said he'd called in sick. Then he blushed, and realized that if Ernie really were ill, the liklihood of his coming to the park would have been small. "Or are you just playing hooky?" He grinned at the thought and reached into the basket to take out two bottles of chilled Butterbeer.

He handed one out to Ernie and grinned. "In honor of playing hooky, sanctioned or not, we should have a toast," he teased, snickering at himself. "To beautiful days with good friends and friendly puppies."

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withearnestness
2009-05-18 12:06 pm UTC (link)

Ernie Macmillan playing hooky? Not exactly something most of his friends would seriously consider, and it wasn't exactly the truth, but it was a convenient excuse.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's, um."

How exactly did you put something like that into words, anyway?

Terry saved him from having to answer properly, and Ernie gently clinked the neck of his bottle against the neck of Terry's, in a toast.

"None of this for you," he said mock-sternly to Rascal, as the puppy climbed into his lap and tried to nip at the bottle.

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dynamitebootsie
2009-05-18 12:09 pm UTC (link)

Terry didn't notice that Ernie was stuck for a response, having already satisfied his own curiosity with the hooky comment. It made sense to him, as that's what he was doing as well--even if his father had sort of forced him into it, but it was still hooky so that counted--so it made sense that others would play hooky too.

He laughed when Ernie scolded the puppy, and rolled his eyes playfully. "I blame my dad. Apparently he thinks that Butterbeer is an appropriate drink for a dog. either that, or he finds it hilarious when Rascal drinks some and then promptly sneezes bubbles over everything." He snickered. "That happened the other night, and Mom made dad spend the next hour standing in the corner like he was a four year old."

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	withearnestness 2009-05-18 12:14 pm UTC (link)
	"Are they being horrible to you?" Ernie asked Rascal, pretending to be concerned. It was obvious that the puppy was well-looked-after. "Do I need to come rescue you from them?" Well, this wasn't so hard, was it? He could be companionable for a while, and the company and fresh air would do him good, even if he did still feel cold. Maybe that would go away. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)