Post by orinocoflow on Dec 24, 2010 19:56:05 GMT -5
Hey guys,
I have written the first part for a possible fanfic, but now am stuck, so if anyone else wants to pm ideas, they are more than welcome!
Dogs barked all around, the noise almost deafening, even for New York. Frowning, Paul wondered how comical he must look—a tall, handsome man with…a tiny, cream-colored pug with a scrunched-up face. At least, he thought it was a pug, but who knew what Louis would grow into?
Sighing, he sat down on a bench and unclipped the leash, letting the puppy run away to join the others, only to be bowled over in the snow by a Labrador. Rolling over a few times, he jumped up again, sneezed, shook the snow out of his short coat, and chased after the big dogs, his short legs flashing like pistons underneath him.
Shaking his head, he leaned back on the wooden bench and closed his eyes, exhausted. Having the little guy around the house had been rather hazardous to his clothes, and it had given him an opportunity to put his vast knowledge of the language to proper use. After the last few days, he was too tired to really pay any attention…
“Sir? I think you might want to keep an eye on your dog,” came a laughing voice. Raising his head, Paul pried his heavy eyelids open and turned his head to the left, coming face to face with a pair of vivid green eyes, almost emerald in color. Long, dark hair fell over shoulders bundled in a coat, and a warm hat topped it all off.
“Your dog?” she prompted, smiling at him when she saw the shadows around his eyes. “Judging by the lack of sleep you’ve had, he’s new in the family,” she murmured, nodding towards the pug.
Turning his head to the little guy out there in the field, taking turns chasing and being chased by the others, Paul nodded sleepily.
“I’m just watching him over the holidays,” he replied, cracking a smile before his eyes began to close again and he was on the verge of dozing. Blinking awake, he sat up straighter and watched as children raced in to play with the dogs, struggling not to fall asleep.
After about thirty minutes, he got up and called Louis over, but the pug barked at him and ran away in the other direction. Grumbling, he stepped out onto the snow-covered grass and ran after the little cream dot darting through legs and over braches, heading for the opposite end of the field…
Looks like I can skip the gym today, he thought wistfully, jogging over to where the dog had just rounded the corner. When he came around the bush, however, he stopped.
The woman from before has holding Louis in her arms, stroking his short coat as he whimpered and squirmed in her hold, rubbing his snow-covered head on her shoulder. A large German Shepherd stood at her feet, golden eyes watching Paul’s every move.
“Er…can I get him back?” Paul asked, seeing that she had not noticed him yet.
The woman looked up. “Oh, sure, here you go,” she laughed, handing him over. The little dog protested, twisting away from Paul and holding onto her. After a minute, they finally managed to get him off, and Paul clipped his lead on.
“Well, thanks for that,” he said with a smile, turning to go.
“You’re welcome. Happy holidays!” she called after him.
“Likewise,” Paul murmured, tugging the balking pug after him in the snow.
I have written the first part for a possible fanfic, but now am stuck, so if anyone else wants to pm ideas, they are more than welcome!
Dogs barked all around, the noise almost deafening, even for New York. Frowning, Paul wondered how comical he must look—a tall, handsome man with…a tiny, cream-colored pug with a scrunched-up face. At least, he thought it was a pug, but who knew what Louis would grow into?
Sighing, he sat down on a bench and unclipped the leash, letting the puppy run away to join the others, only to be bowled over in the snow by a Labrador. Rolling over a few times, he jumped up again, sneezed, shook the snow out of his short coat, and chased after the big dogs, his short legs flashing like pistons underneath him.
Shaking his head, he leaned back on the wooden bench and closed his eyes, exhausted. Having the little guy around the house had been rather hazardous to his clothes, and it had given him an opportunity to put his vast knowledge of the language to proper use. After the last few days, he was too tired to really pay any attention…
“Sir? I think you might want to keep an eye on your dog,” came a laughing voice. Raising his head, Paul pried his heavy eyelids open and turned his head to the left, coming face to face with a pair of vivid green eyes, almost emerald in color. Long, dark hair fell over shoulders bundled in a coat, and a warm hat topped it all off.
“Your dog?” she prompted, smiling at him when she saw the shadows around his eyes. “Judging by the lack of sleep you’ve had, he’s new in the family,” she murmured, nodding towards the pug.
Turning his head to the little guy out there in the field, taking turns chasing and being chased by the others, Paul nodded sleepily.
“I’m just watching him over the holidays,” he replied, cracking a smile before his eyes began to close again and he was on the verge of dozing. Blinking awake, he sat up straighter and watched as children raced in to play with the dogs, struggling not to fall asleep.
After about thirty minutes, he got up and called Louis over, but the pug barked at him and ran away in the other direction. Grumbling, he stepped out onto the snow-covered grass and ran after the little cream dot darting through legs and over braches, heading for the opposite end of the field…
Looks like I can skip the gym today, he thought wistfully, jogging over to where the dog had just rounded the corner. When he came around the bush, however, he stopped.
The woman from before has holding Louis in her arms, stroking his short coat as he whimpered and squirmed in her hold, rubbing his snow-covered head on her shoulder. A large German Shepherd stood at her feet, golden eyes watching Paul’s every move.
“Er…can I get him back?” Paul asked, seeing that she had not noticed him yet.
The woman looked up. “Oh, sure, here you go,” she laughed, handing him over. The little dog protested, twisting away from Paul and holding onto her. After a minute, they finally managed to get him off, and Paul clipped his lead on.
“Well, thanks for that,” he said with a smile, turning to go.
“You’re welcome. Happy holidays!” she called after him.
“Likewise,” Paul murmured, tugging the balking pug after him in the snow.
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