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Who: Saïx and YOU
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Streets! He can be pretty much anywhere in town.
Summary: Saïx has a new rottweiler puppy. It requires daily exercise. Unfortunately, said dog is perhaps a bit too energetic an excited to be out and about.
Warnings: Saix being a bit annoyed at everything ever.

It's rare Saïx leaves his apartment. But he's going to have to do so a few times a day from now on. Especially if this current walk is how the poor thing he's walking will behave every time he doesn't take her out three times a day at least. Of course, the thing he's walking happens to be a rottweiler puppy, and he is trying to keep the excited girl down.

"Fiona. Heel."

However, as Fiona doesn't yet know the command, she doesn't listen. This is going to be a long walk...

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[got_it_memorized]

Axel has decided to give himself a long lunch break today, since he's mostly caught up on his paperwork anyway. Nobody'll mind if he just takes an extra hour or two, right?

Well, what they don't know won't hurt them; Jeremy can guard the door.

The weather is nice today, even if it's cloudy, so Axel is seated on the low wall outside a sandwich shop with a soda beside him and half a panini in his hand. It's nice to get away from that desk for a while and do some people-watching. People still amuse and fascinate him; they really never cease to defy logic and reason. Like the woman insisting she doesn't need help carrying too many bags of groceries--oops! And there they go, tumbling to the sidewalk. And the young man who obviously doesn't really smoke and just does it because he thinks it makes him look cooler--nice coughing fit.

And the... guy with the familiar blue hair in a ridiculous duck-butt 'do walking a dog.

--Wait.

He takes a bite of his sandwich and tilts his head at Saïx as the other man approaches, leaning back on one hand. He's always known Saïx liked dogs, but this is an unexpected scene.

"Dogsitting?" he asks, his mouth still full of sandwich.

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Oh, good. It's Axel. Maybe he'll be able to help him wear the poor thing out. Fiona, meanwhile, smells that panini and will come and sniff at the air and Axel's feet as Saix comes close. Not close enough she'll be able to hope up and steal a bite, but close enough to smell it.

"She's mine. Fiona," he states simply, keeping a firm grip on the leash. If he doesn't, she'll probably break loose and be all over Axel and his lunch. Axel probably wouldn't like that.

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Axel instinctively lifts the panini away, though he's confident the dog can't reach it anyway. When Saïx says the dog is his, Axel gives him a surprised look, but when he says the dog's name Axel actually chokes on his sandwich. Pounding himself on the chest and coughing against one fist, he sets the panini back down on its paper sleeve and gawps at Saïx a moment.

Then he closes his jaw and takes a long sip of his soda before regarding the puppy briefly. His eyes swing back up to Saïx then and he gives him a look that's something amid touched and absolutely incredulous.

"You... named your dog Fiona?"

Of all the names in all the worlds in every universe he could potentially fathom, Axel would never have supposed he would name his dog that.

Fiona had been his--Axel's... Lea's--mother's name.

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Ah. So that's his reaction. Saix would be lying if he says he wasn't waiting for it. And judging by the reaction, Axel knows exactly why the name was chosen. Being careful to not let her at the sandwich, Saix will take a seat next to his old friend.

"Yes. Is something wrong with that name?"

There's a slight smirk to his features as he watches the dog as she sniffs at Axel's feet. Thankfully, that's all she's doing.

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Clearing his throat roughly, Axel shakes his head.

"No. No, there's... nothing wrong with that name at all." He almost sounds indignant, as if the mere idea that there's something sub-par about his mother's name is insulting. He peers sidelong at Saïx a moment and then looks down at the dog. Fiona.

He's never really thought Saïx was sentimental--hell, Saïx was deadpan and emotionless if he was anything. Even Isa had always been pragmatic to a fault, so this had caught Axel completely off-guard. Axel hasn't thought about his mother in a long time, and to be reminded like this...

He clears his throat again, thumping his chest once more and then leaning forward to meet the puppy's eyes. She's stocky and squat, with large inky eyes and a big eager smile on her face. Axel glances sidelong at Saïx then.

"Doesn't look a thing like ma," he says wryly, though there's definitely a grin to be heard in his tone.