Jason's Flat, Brighton, UK - Sunday Afternoon

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The tiny, wriggly puppy was having a very good day. The shelter was nice, but it wasn't anything like having a home. He missed his home, with people to cuddle him and shoes to eat.

The blonde girl had cuddled him, and he had licked her nose excitedly. And the boy had rubbed his belly, and how did he know that he liked belly rubs!? And then there had been lots of happy talk about him going home with them. Home! A real home!

He'd been so excited that he wore himself out. He slept most of the way to the flat.

It was okay, the girl said. He would have plenty of time to explore later.

(for one, but also OPEN to any who would call or e-mail either of the duo.)

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The puppy, once again, whuffled. Possibly because Naminé shifted her own weight, gently. Possibly as a sign of approval.

"Do you suppose he'd dance for us?" she asked, smiling down at the sleeping figure on her lap. "He hasn't any shoes, but they'd be worn out if he did. Just the sort of gentleman who needs a good home."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I still can't believe they keep them in cages," Valentine said, remembering his initial shock upon their entry into the shelter. "He'd certainly dance holes in their floor, I suppose, if he'd had full run of the place."

Valentine, naturally, had to reach over and scratch behind the puppy's ear, as well.

"A fitting name, perhaps?"

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"They had to," she said gently. "Lest they wander out the doors and promptly become lost. It's all right, Bojangles can have full run of the flat. He'll be all right."

It did seem to fit, didn't it?

[dark_slippy_thing]

"When he wakes up again," Valentine mused, "perhaps we can even teach him to dance."

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"I imagine he'll dance beautifully," she smiled. "While chewing on things we're fond of, like your juggling balls."