Characters: Dee, Ryo, Dick the dog.
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee was thinking they could relax until dinner, but there’s a small dog needing to be fed.
Word Count: 920
Written For: My own prompt ‘FAKE, Dee/Ryo, Dog's dinner,’ at fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Their own dinner ordered by phone from their favourite Chinese takeaway, Ryo got up off the sofa and started towards the kitchen.
“Hey! Where’re ya goin’?” Dee had been hoping to put the time it took the food to arrive to good use by indulging in a bit of smooching. He and Ryo hadn’t had much time to themselves due to work and then the whole dog thing.
“To feed the dog, of course,” Ryo told him. “Unlike you, he probably hasn’t eaten all day. He’s bound to be hungry.”
Dee frowned; maybe his impulsive decision to look after the dog wasn’t such a great idea after all, not if it distracted Ryo’s attention away from him. Why should he take second place to a mutt in his own home? He trailed after his lover, leaning against the kitchen counter as Ryo got the bag of dog food out of the cupboard, setting it on the counter and putting his glasses on to read the feeding instructions. Dee was abruptly distracted from admiring Ryo by a warm weight on his foot and looked down to find Dick sitting there. He must have heard the cupboard opening and come to investigate. His little tail was wagging furiously, slapping against Dee’s ankle.
“Someone knows it’s dinner time.”
“Hm?” Ryo looked up at Dee, then followed his partner’s pointing finger downwards to the dog. He laughed. “You have sharp ears, don’t you?” he said, addressing the dog.
“They’re more floppy than sharp,” Dee disagreed.
“I meant he has good hearing.” Ryo tuned back to the bag of dog food, opening it and finding the measuring scoop inside. Checking the instructions again, he half filled the scoop and poured the contents into Dick’s food dish.
“That’s all he gets for his dinner? It doesn’t look very appetising.” Dee wrinkled his nose. “It’s just a bunch of dry biscuits.”
“It’s high protein puppy food, Dee. As long as the dog likes it, that’s all that matters. No one’s asking you to eat it.”
“Good thing too, because I wouldn’t, not even on a dare! Are you sure that’s enough for him? Looks like barely a couple of mouthfuls.”
“He’s only little. It says on the bag from six to twelve months he should have half a scoop twice a day. As long as he remains a healthy weight, then he’s getting the right amount. We don’t want him getting fat. According to this, once he’s a year old he’ll need to be switched gradually to a similar food formulated for adult dogs, but from what Doctor Blake said, that’s still a couple of months away. With any luck he’ll be back with his owner by then.”
“I still think it looks like a starvation diet.”
Ryo shook his head. “Dogs aren’t the same as people, I’m sure this will be plenty for him.” He closed and sealed the bag before setting the dish of food on Dick’s mat. The little dog gazed hungrily at it, practically drooling, but didn’t move off Dee’s foot.
“What’s wrong with him?” Dee asked worriedly.
“Looks like he’s been trained to leave his food until he’s given permission to eat.”
“Huh, seems a bit unfair to me.” Dee wriggled his toes. “Go on then. Eat your dinner.” Dick looked up at him hopefully and Dee turned helplessly to Ryo. “What’s the command word?”
“How should I know?”
“Um,” Dee thought hard. “Chow time?” he tried. “Grub’s up?”
Dick didn’t budge, just whined faintly.
“Oh great, now what’re we gonna do? He’s gonna starve to death if we can’t figure this out!”
“I know.” Ryo was thinking hard too; suddenly he grinned. “Snap your fingers.”
“Just do it.”
“Fine.” Dee did as instructed and the little dachshund practically dived headlong into his dish, eating as fast as he could. Dee turned to Ryo. “How the hell did you know that would work?”
“I didn’t for sure, it was just a hunch, but I remember Mrs Holloway had one of those clicker things on a chain around her neck and I figured she must have used it to train him. Since we don’t have one yet, I thought snapping your fingers would be the next best thing.”
“So why didn’t you do it?”
Sheepishly Ryo held up his hand and tried, but… “I’ve never been able to do it,” he admitted, “and I have no idea why.”
Dee chuckled. “Well, guess I can give the command until we get a clicker. In the meantime, the dog’s got his dinner, so how about we go relax on the sofa until ours gets here?”
“Okay, but he’s going to need to be walked once he’s finished eating.”
“What, again? I only walked him a little while ago!”
“Yes, again. Unless you want a mess to clean up.”
“Fine,” Dee grumbled. “Who knew looking after a dog meant so much work? And how come I get to do all the walking?”
“Well, I’ll take him if you don’t want to do it…”
“I didn’t say that. Maybe we could take turns? I’ll walk him now, you can take him out before bed or something.” This was why Dee preferred cats; they were a whole lot easier to look after. “D’you think we could teach him to use a litter tray like a cat?” Leaving Ryo laughing, Dee went to fetch Dick’s leash from the table by the door. He intended to be all ready when the dog decided it was time for walkies.
Part 6: Wake-Up Call