Repeating a view commands to the pup, seemingly making the dog cease from the excitement and even become much more friendly with the child. Thank the stars for dog training classes, without that this rascal would be jumping off the walls and definitely scaring the little one.
Kneeling down to the height of the blond, she’d smile before extending her hand out while the other patted Sparky’s head. A quick glance to view the other shadows walking amongst them, shrugging it off she would continue to pay attention
“Hey, it’ll be okay. What’s your name? I’ll help you–”
Something about this woman relaxed him, slowly relieving all the tension he was feeling. Only his little sister managed to do that, and it had been such a long time since she had, for reasons he didn’t want to think about, but couldn’t forget.
Seeing the pinkette kneel in front of him, he looked up at her momentarily, noticing just how willing she was to help him out. A tiny smile broke through his timid frown. Than, the young blonde shyly took ahold of her hand as he slowly stood up.
Sparky had to desperately go to the bathroom. A dire need to urinate apparently. Due to this, she would take him along the path to her store to acquire her groceries. It took her awhile to get all she needed, but most of it was a change of pace from normal junk food. Well, three bags of chips and actual ingredients to make a chicken dinner.
A sudden jolt as she finally walked with Sparky caused her to stop and the dog to bark at the child. Optics would widen, easily noticing the visage of the kid. It was all too familiar. It was her big brother, well, little now.
“Ah, hello… It’s okay. Are you okay?”
Hearing an abrupt bark, his golden eyes widened in slight fear. Lance loved animals, however dogs sometimes intimidated him. They weren’t as easy to read as cats, they were much more energetic and unreadable in his eyes. Swallowing a lump stuck in his throat, he looked up at the female than back at the dog.
Crouching down to the floor Leo shyly faced the dog. Not extending a hand out just yet in fear of being bit. His response to her was a bit delayed, but nonetheless the young lion replied in a low, unsure tone.
He had a horrible sense of direction, didn’t he? Being lost wasn’t fun. The little lion sighed softly to himself, a little nervous being alone. He didn’t recognize any of his current surroundings, and almost began to feel hopeless.
Wondering aimlessly, the child accidentally bumped into a stranger, his golden eyes darting up to look at them.
