Llewellyn Watts (
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[Llewellyn opened the network feed with a small, concerned expression. He had been working around his office when something had interrupted his routine somewhere between snack time and his note-reviewing time.
The cause of this panic soon becomes more apparent as he tries to adjust his hold on something. A small dog was excitedly wriggling to get in his face, it’s snout just visible on the edge of the feed.]
No— no you need to calm down now that I’ve picked you up like you wanted. It would be entirely counter-productive of you to wiggle so much that I drop you.
[More fussing follows.]
Well—! Okay I’m putting you on the chair then until you settle. I’m sorry but— Mm... Nope. Don’t give me that look...
[Then he remembered the feed.]
Oh! Right. Hello, everyone. I’m uh— contacting you all just to check and see if anyone is missing a small dog? Very young— presumably a basset hound? I think...?
[A vague gesture in the air, entirely uncertain considering he’d never had a dog before. So he’s certainly not knowledgeable on the subject.]
I know this might seem like a silly question, given how animals have been appearing around here for a little while now... But I’m not about to assume that it doesn’t already have a home?
[Yes... Of course. A small fuzzy creature shows up in your personal office that only you have the keys for, but it can’t possibly be there for you. Sometimes good things do happen, Detective.
The sight of a small dog can be seen once more, this time asleep in one of the chairs. It’s absolutely a small basset-hound puppy. Clearly it had finally tired itself out after its fun harassing the clumsy man that had found it.
In the background, a little more quietly, one might hear “How are you sleeping like that? That can’t be comfortable.”
The feed returns to the detective a moment later, and yes he already looks entirely fond of the little dog. It’s so tiny and awkward!]
Mm... If it doesn’t already have a home, I suppose I might need to stop at the library to do a little research and stop at the market for uh— supplies?
[He squints for a moment, something coming to mind belatedly.]
Also, if anyone in Dorm Dome 2 has a dog allergy, let me know?
[ Yes, he’s taken it upon himself to learn as much as he could about allergies since meeting Eddie.]
The cause of this panic soon becomes more apparent as he tries to adjust his hold on something. A small dog was excitedly wriggling to get in his face, it’s snout just visible on the edge of the feed.]
No— no you need to calm down now that I’ve picked you up like you wanted. It would be entirely counter-productive of you to wiggle so much that I drop you.
[More fussing follows.]
Well—! Okay I’m putting you on the chair then until you settle. I’m sorry but— Mm... Nope. Don’t give me that look...
[Then he remembered the feed.]
Oh! Right. Hello, everyone. I’m uh— contacting you all just to check and see if anyone is missing a small dog? Very young— presumably a basset hound? I think...?
[A vague gesture in the air, entirely uncertain considering he’d never had a dog before. So he’s certainly not knowledgeable on the subject.]
I know this might seem like a silly question, given how animals have been appearing around here for a little while now... But I’m not about to assume that it doesn’t already have a home?
[Yes... Of course. A small fuzzy creature shows up in your personal office that only you have the keys for, but it can’t possibly be there for you. Sometimes good things do happen, Detective.
The sight of a small dog can be seen once more, this time asleep in one of the chairs. It’s absolutely a small basset-hound puppy. Clearly it had finally tired itself out after its fun harassing the clumsy man that had found it.
In the background, a little more quietly, one might hear “How are you sleeping like that? That can’t be comfortable.”
The feed returns to the detective a moment later, and yes he already looks entirely fond of the little dog. It’s so tiny and awkward!]
Mm... If it doesn’t already have a home, I suppose I might need to stop at the library to do a little research and stop at the market for uh— supplies?
[He squints for a moment, something coming to mind belatedly.]
Also, if anyone in Dorm Dome 2 has a dog allergy, let me know?
[ Yes, he’s taken it upon himself to learn as much as he could about allergies since meeting Eddie.]
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And if he showed up at your place, then he's yours, you know.
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I thought as much? But I still thought it might be a good idea to make sure first, rather than get mm... attached.
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But I know Bev took like every book out of the library about dog training that she could find, so they are there. She might just be the best coach that you could have for help with training him.
What did you end up naming him?
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[An awkward pause followed the question, before he scooped the pup up from the chair again to give it another look. As though he were thinking on the subject very seriously.]
I’ve uh— mostly been calling him little fellow and the like until I was sure he was mine? I suppose he needs a proper name for training purposes though.
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Yeah. He does. I call Apo baby all the time, and he still knows his name. Hell, it’s almost like he’s got three of them at this point.
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Apophenia which is his proper one for when he’s not listening, Apo for most times and Baby when he’s being cute and cuddly.
So what does he feel like to you? Name wise, I mean.
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[Llewellyn smiled a little, resettling the pup in his arms and fussing with one of his oversized ears.]
But! He’s um... He might be a Pretzel. His colouring reminds me of one anyway. Or at least a slightly underdone one anyway.
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[Alex just laughs softly at that because she can’t not and considering she’s calling Simon’s cat Simon’s cat she really doesn’t have any sort of state to fall back on.]
You should give it a try. See if he likes it!
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Alright, let’s see what he thinks of that.
[Carefully he holds the wriggling pup up,]
What do you think of Pretzel, huh? Do you uh— like that name, Pretzel?
[The dog continued to wiggle, tail whipping about excitedly. Honestly, it was just excited to have someone’s attention.]
I’m not hearing an argument so...? I think that will do.
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Yep, I think that one is definitely unanimous. Pretzel is a good name for such a good boy.
[Oh no, Alex is going into that dog voice that she can't help when she talks to dogs. Sorry Llewellyn!]
You're definitely better at this than I am. I for sure just named Simon's Cat Simon's Cat because nothing else seemed to fit him.
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[He squints at the little dog again, he supposed that made sense... It was young after all.]
I suppose that would uh— be true. Took a long time to catch the little fellow since he wouldn’t stop when I called while he was running around.
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Maybe. But I think as long as he has his person he should be okay. And you’re his person. What are you going to call him?
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[There was a lot of pressure in giving something a good name, though he supposed he couldn’t do much worse than some of the names he’d heard over the years.
One of the last dogs to visit his station house had been named pistachio, and one of the last inspectors had a dog named Juliet, so... there didn’t seem to be any rules.]
Something simple for him to remember, perhaps? He’s mm... the colour of an under baked pretzel, I guess. Maybe Pretzel?
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Pretzel.
[Alex just laughs softly at that because she can’t not and considering she’s calling Simon’s cat Simon’s cat she really doesn’t have any sort of state to fall back on.]
You should give it a try. See if he likes it!
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Don't worry about the allergy shit, Eddie doesn't have any real ones. [Richie waves a hand dismissively, then pauses.] Except ant bites, I guess. So, you know, keep that massive hairy barking ant away from him.
What are you gonna call it?
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[Llewellyn is squinting at you again Richie, sometimes he’s not sure if you’re being serious or if you’re joking. Why would Eddie say he had allergies that he didn’t have? That’s not logical.
At the very least, he knows the kid can’t possibly be serious about calling the dog a barking ant. So he focuses on that with a smile,]
The barking ant’s name is Pretzel, at least that’s the only idea I’ve had.
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[In all honesty, he just doesn't want to get into his fucked up suspicions of Eddie's mother and all of Eddie's issues over a network post, especially when Eddie probably doesn't want him talking about it at all.
Alright, definitely doesn't. So, moving on.]
Pretzel? Holy shit, okay. You come up with that one yourself? Just think of the last snack you ate?
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[Richie, you can’t just tell Llewellyn to not ask. That’s his whole thing, asking questions.
At least the next question derails his line of thought on the subject entirely, making him focus instead on the matter of his new pup’s name.]
I uh— did. It’s not as though there was anyone else around to give me ideas. I’ve never had to name anything before, is that a bad name?
And no, I didn’t! [The pretzel he had for lunch was a coincidence entirely, Richie!] He’s just... kind of the colour of undercooked pretzels?
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[Richie's purposefully evasive, glad to drop it.]
Alright man, if you say so. I just gotta wonder, if you were this dog, how would you feel if you got named Pretzel? Any pet of mine is gonna get named like a badass.
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[Good job, Richie. Now he’s second guessing his decision. If he hadn’t already decided and told several people, the man might have even tried to think of a new name.]
Just what would you call a pet of your own?
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I have a whole list. You can take one if you like, but run it by me first.
[He starts ticking them off on his fingers.]
Punch Machine. Sabertooth Biter. King Shit. The Mountain. Riptide. Miss Demonica, Queen of Darkness.
[He's still going.]
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They certainly were some creative names, but he wasn’t entirely sure that any of them suit the short, wrinkly canine friend he’s got now.]
... You’ve uh— compiled quite the list. Do you intend to have that many pets or...?
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[Names are important. Richie thinks so, anyway.]
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Well it seems I was very unprepared by comparison to get a dog today.
[Because all that came to mind were the names of people he knew (which absolutely wasn’t an option), and Pretzel. ]