God only knew what exactly was going on in the mind of that damn dog of his. One moment, Nikko was sitting perfectly still at his feet, gnawing on a chew toy as Jean flipped through a magazine; the next, the dog was racing down the hall and the young man was forced to chase after him. Great. Wonderful! A nice little run across the entire ship was exactly what he wanted now.
The dog stopped at the end of the hall, just before the stage to stare back at him, panting heavily and wagging his tail. To the dog, it was all just a game, but Jean was painfully not used to running around quite like this.
"C'mon, dog! Nikko! Sit, stay... Please?" The dog barked loudly, taking off running in the direction of the pool. Oh goodness, no! "Nikko!" He called again, following.
Paying absolutely no attention to his owner, Nikko found his way into the pool area and leaped. By the time Jean got there, Nikko was happily paddling in circles and wagging his tail.
"Nik--" Mid-sentence, the young man noticed the dancing woman and was thrown slightly off his own train of thought. Bit odd of a thing to do, dance here, but who was he to question others? "Hey, sorry to interrupt you. My dog ran away from me..." Nikko affirmed that with a bark.