LOG: Sunny Sky Lunches

[the_informant]

Who: Florida (Native), OPEN
What: Florida has a little picnic for him and his friends
Where: Reid Gulch Park
When: Saturday, 3/12
Warnings:

The days when he doesn't have work or information to collect are so rare. Florida would have thought that taking less kill jobs would mean more time for himself, but between watching out for Tex's family, trying to be there for his girl, and everything going on with the team lately, getting out and about has been hard. So today, on his afternoon off, he decides there is only one right thing to do: enjoy the time.

He packs up a large picnic lunch, sends out messages to his teammates, Sigma, and dear little Wash from another world, and heads out to the park. With him he takes all sorts of foods, games like ring toss, a few toys for Rex, and a book for himself in case no one decides to show up. And once he arrives at the park he finds a nice sunny spot to lay out his gear, updating the messages with a gps marker in case people decide to join him.

That done he takes out Rex's frisbee and gives it a toss to watch the now full grown dog frolick off for his toy.

Today is going to be a good day, with or without company.

Comments

my bro used to to this to his puppy and it would never let go

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Should," he agrees. He introduced them to Wash's cats without incident. This might not be so bad.

Rex can set his feet, but Maine can easily lift the pup's weight. Are those jaws that strong? Maine lifts frisbee and dog off the ground.

it's always impressive.

[the_informant]

"Wow, sometimes I forget how strong you are," Florida chuckles. "Okay, so we'll come up with a plan for how they could meet, right? Just slow acclimatization. Maybe give them one of his blankets to smell, give him something that smells like them. But can you put my dog down?"

Rex still hasn't let go, growling playfully now.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine lets Rex down gently.

"Can get blankets," he says. "Or towels." Preferably towels, especially when he needs to trim their claws soon.

[the_informant]

"Then we'll do this," Florida smiles. "That will be easier. And we don't have to take blankets away from them."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"No blankets." Maine agrees, wincing. His cats can be awfully particular. "Works better that way."

[the_informant]

"Yeah, Rex gets so mad when we take the things he loves from him," Florida laughs. "He actually mopes when I wash his duck. He wasn't supposed to love it so much!"

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"So territorial." Probably a good trait in a guard dog, though.

Maine finally yields the frisbee, but only so he can pet the thick fur around Rex's neck.

[the_informant]

"Yeah," Florida smiles. "He's claimed Tex's side of the bed. He's going to have some problems there, when she gets back."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

That sounds like a fight waiting to happen. "Gonna get kicked out," he says. He doubts Texas will let herself get kicked out by a dog.

[the_informant]

"He is," Florida smiles. "He's going to be so disappointed, but he misses his mommy, just like I do."

His smile wavers for a moment. He misses her so much.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine isn't sure how to respond, so he respectfully gives Florida a moment. Rex's tail slows its wagging just a little, as if he notices, too.

[the_informant]

"Thanks," Florida says after he calms himself. He knows Maine doesn't need to know why. Respecting someone's need for a moment is a thing the big guy gets super well.

"So, I've got some exciting work I want your help on. The picnic is a minor bribe when it comes to you."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Nodding, Maine reaches over to clap him on the shoulder. Rex looks terribly interested.

"Bribe?" he asks.

[the_informant]

"I've got an informant in town," Florida says, not even pausing for effect for the word use, "who has reported a minor slavery ring gearing up in the warehouse district..."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine snarls low in his throat. The dog looks up at him in shock. Not looking away from Florida, he absently pets it, trying to calm it down.

[the_informant]

"Exactly," Florida says with a low tone. "I intend to tear it apart. I could use backup. I'm not as young and spry as I used to be. And children tend to find me... too intimidating after. They need someone big and warm and kind. I'll bring Rex along too."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"I'll come." He enjoys this type of job, perhaps more than he should.

[the_informant]

"I'll get you the details as soon as I have them," Florida promises, the same predatory excitement in his own eyes.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Good." He ruffles Rex's ears; the dog licks his hand. What is that supposed to mean?

[the_informant]

"He likes you,or you have food on your hand," Florida grins. "Such an excited puppy."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Such a simple beast with such simple desires. "Good dog," he murmurs.

[the_informant]

That's got Rex barking lightly in agreement.

"Praise is his thing," Florida smiles. Runs in the family.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Praise is a good motivator. Maine pats those ridiculous ears and picks up the frisbee that Rex has long since forgotten about.

[the_informant]

The puppy is on his feet and bowing in excitement as his tail starts going wildly. Then he bounces up and barks as he twirls in circles. He wants to toy. Mostly he wants it thrown.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine sends the toy hurtling across the lawn. The dog gets so excited. It's...cuter than he expected.