Characters: Dee, Ryo, Dick the dog.
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee wants to read the paper, but Dick wants to play. Who will win?
Word Count: 836
Written For: My own prompt ‘FAKE, Dee/Ryo, Playing fetch,’ at fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Dee was sitting quietly in the lounge reading the paper when something landed on his bare foot. Looking down, he saw it was a hard rubber stick-shaped object. A small brown dog was sitting a few feet away, looking hopefully up at him, floppy ears half raised, head cocked to one side, and pink tongue hanging out.
Reaching down for the stick and picking it up, Dee turned it back and forth in his hands, studying it, then he looked at the dog. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
The dog stood up, practically bouncing on the spot, then crouched, bottom in the air and stringy little tail wagging so fast it was a blur.
“I think he wants you to throw it for him,” Ryo said, coming out of the bedroom with a basket of laundry.
“We’re indoors,” Dee objected.
“There’s plenty of room. He wants to play; where’s the harm in that? Just don’t throw it too hard or you might break something.” Ryo continued on across the open plan lounge to what used to be the front door of the neighbouring apartment before Dee knocked the two into one, but which now led to the walled off section of the top floor landing they’d converted into a utilities room, with washing machine, tumble dryer, and a large chest freezer. He went inside, closing the door behind him to keep their houseguest out, leaving Dee with the dog, who was still bouncing eagerly.
“Fine. Here ya go.” Dee tossed the stick and Dick scampered after it, little paws scrabbling and sliding on the floorboards. Reaching the stick, he picked it up and scampered back, dropping it on Dee’s foot. Dee frowned. “Again?”
“Yip!” Dick’s tail whipped back and forth and the bouncing started once more, so Dee tossed the stick, only to have it returned to his foot.
Ten more throws, and the dog showed no sign of growing bored with the game. Dee sighed. “I’m not gonna get to read my paper, am I?” It was a hypothetical question, but he got an answer anyway.
“Not until you tire him out,” Ryo laughed, coming back from putting the laundry on.
“You could play with him,” Dee suggested.
“Sure; I’ll do that while you put fresh sheets on the bed and clean the bathroom.”
“On second thoughts, better not break his rhythm.” Dee threw the stick again, watching as the small brown bundle of energy went bounding after it. “The floors are gonna get scratched to glory!”
“Mm,” Ryo agreed. “I’ve been thinking about that. We could get a couple of big rugs to protect the floor while the dog’s staying with us; there’re always cheap ones available at the market. It would probably be safer for him too, keep him from slipping. With his long body, I’m a bit worried he might hurt his back running around in here.”
“Yeah, good point. Don’t want to damage him.” When the stick was dropped on his foot yet again, Dee picked it up but didn’t throw it this time. “Listen, I think I’ll take him out for some exercise, and when we get back, the three of us should go to the market. Better yet, forget about the bathroom for now, I’ll help ya clean it later, once the dog’s worn out. We’ll take His Royal Longness out, then swing by the market on the way back to look at rugs, find something the dog likes. Not brown though, don’t want to be forever trippin’ on a camouflaged mutt.”
“Great! Just give me five minutes.” Ryo vanished into the bedroom, closing the door.
A whine came from down by Dee’s feet and then two small brown paws landed on his knee as Dick tried to reach his stick. He looked disappointed that the game seemed to be over. Dee stroked the smooth fur of the dog’s head. “You wanna go walkies? To the park?”
“Woof!” The drooping tail shot back up at Dee’s words, wagging eagerly.
“C’mon then.” Dee stood up and led the way to the door, slipped into his jacket and fetched Dick’s leash, clipping it on and looping the end around his wrist while he put his boots on. He was shoving the rubber stick in his jacket pocket when Ryo came out of the bedroom. “Grab a ball or two from his toy box will ya?” Dee asked. “I would, but I just got my boots on.”
Ryo grabbed dog treats, a bottle of water, and a plastic dish from the kitchen, shoving them into a bag, then made a detour to get a ball and a sort of Frisbee thing from the box where Dick’s toys were kept. Dropping them into the bag as well, he handed everything to Dee while he put his own shoes and jacket on, then making sure he’d got his wallet, keys, phone, and anything else they might need, he followed his partner and the dog out the door.
Next stop, the park.
TBC in ‘To Market’