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It's not like you to be out at this hour. Where are you?
Jill, I know you can take care of yourself, but this place is dangerous in ways unlike home. Please let me know you're alright as soon as you see this.
It's been half an hour with no reply. Please tell me where you are when you see this so I can find you. I'm going out looking for you in the meantime.
Torgal is in a good mood. He does not like the leash he’s on, but it is funny to suddenly put on a burst of speed in some direction and send Clive stumbling into a run to keep up, which he does, so he must find it just as fun, despite his grumbling. Normally he wouldn’t disobey his master, but that matters little right now — they’re going to see Jill, and that’s more important than anything. He loves Jill, and Jill loves Clive, and they’re going to be together again.
Clive, on the other hand, is hung over and tired, but at least he’s no longer sticky. The evidence of a shower is all in his damp hair, but it was an unfortunate choice to head out immediately after: in the cold, his hair is now stiff and halfway frozen. He still hasn’t gotten a proper jacket, either, but he’s wearing his sweater hanging open anyway. The overall look is haggard. Winter and Clive are not getting along, but being fair, life and Clive aren’t getting along in general.
Together they wait in the chosen spot, Torgal pointed in the direction Jill comes from, tail wagging, tongue lolling from his mouth.
Clive, on the other hand, is hung over and tired, but at least he’s no longer sticky. The evidence of a shower is all in his damp hair, but it was an unfortunate choice to head out immediately after: in the cold, his hair is now stiff and halfway frozen. He still hasn’t gotten a proper jacket, either, but he’s wearing his sweater hanging open anyway. The overall look is haggard. Winter and Clive are not getting along, but being fair, life and Clive aren’t getting along in general.
Together they wait in the chosen spot, Torgal pointed in the direction Jill comes from, tail wagging, tongue lolling from his mouth.
She's miserable, but Jill's unsure if it's from the ball, the drinking, or the fact she must face Clive yet again. Regardless, she shows up when promised, bundled up despite her affiliation with ice.
She hates this. But she misses Torgal terribly, and can never find sleep when alone in the apartment. It will be nice to have more than just the sound of her own breathing to listen to.
"Torgal!" Jill calls out, unable to tell that he's on a lead.
And Torgal, frankly, doesn't care if he is, and makes a hard tug towards her.
She hates this. But she misses Torgal terribly, and can never find sleep when alone in the apartment. It will be nice to have more than just the sound of her own breathing to listen to.
"Torgal!" Jill calls out, unable to tell that he's on a lead.
And Torgal, frankly, doesn't care if he is, and makes a hard tug towards her.
Clive feels his shoulder threaten to leave its socket as Torgal pulls, and he staggers forward a few steps to not get yanked on his face. Fortunately it’s Jill, and the leash is just a formality. He lets go, Torgal surging on ahead to meet her, Clive following slower, hands going to his pockets.
When he finally reaches her, he just says: “Apparently dogs here need to be tied.”
When he finally reaches her, he just says: “Apparently dogs here need to be tied.”
"Good boy, good boy," Jill says, smiling as she leans down to give Torgal a good rub. Doing that, it's impossible to miss the collar and lead, and she looks up at Clive, confused before forcing her face into a more neutral expression.
"Really? How did you learn that?"
"Really? How did you learn that?"
“When I was fined for having an unleashed dog,” he replies, dryly. Up close, her joy at seeing Torgal feels underpinned by something darker. “Be careful. He’s not quite accustomed to it, so he pulls.”
Ha. Jill presses her face into the thick fur of Torgal's neck, hugging him just in case there's a look of satisfaction in her eyes. Petty, but harmless.
"How unfortunate." Sure.
"He and I will manage," Jill continues, but she has a very vivid image of herself being dragged down the street by Torgal. She'll make sure she holds the lead with her sword hand.
"How unfortunate." Sure.
"He and I will manage," Jill continues, but she has a very vivid image of herself being dragged down the street by Torgal. She'll make sure she holds the lead with her sword hand.
He has that mental image, too. He frowns.
“Please,” he says. “You know how strong he is. It’s been a challenge even for me.”
“Please,” he says. “You know how strong he is. It’s been a challenge even for me.”
"He and I will manage. There's no other choice," she says simply, fixing Clive with an unimpressed look. She's not giving up her time with Torgal, and she's not going to only walk with him with Clive around.
Torgal's a good boy. He's gentle when he must be.
Of course, Jill is also still very aware that sometimes Torgal doesn't realize his own strength.
Torgal's a good boy. He's gentle when he must be.
Of course, Jill is also still very aware that sometimes Torgal doesn't realize his own strength.
“I’m not suggesting there’s another choice,” he says. His voice is patient but a subtle annoyance flits over his face. “I’m just warning you that it’s been a challenge.”
"Yes, well, what hasn't been?" She retorts before she can stop herself. Her eyes pinch shut and she sighs. Shouldn't have said that, really, but she's not going to apologize.
"We'll get out of your hair. I'll bring him back this time next week."
As she turns to go, she expects Torgal to do what he did the first time. At least now, when he plants his paws down to look between her and Clive when she begins to walk away, she can give his leash a gentle tug.
"Come, Torgal. Let's go."
He doesn't budge, looking to Clive with pricked ears, waiting for him to follow, too.
"We'll get out of your hair. I'll bring him back this time next week."
As she turns to go, she expects Torgal to do what he did the first time. At least now, when he plants his paws down to look between her and Clive when she begins to walk away, she can give his leash a gentle tug.
"Come, Torgal. Let's go."
He doesn't budge, looking to Clive with pricked ears, waiting for him to follow, too.
Her frustration surprises him. He’s known it lived in her, obviously, but he’s yet to grow used to her pulling it on him like a knife.
“Jill, don’t…” he says, cross, but he cuts himself short. If she wants to turn on her heel, it’s her prerogative to. He just tacks on: “Go, boy. Go with Jill.”
“Jill, don’t…” he says, cross, but he cuts himself short. If she wants to turn on her heel, it’s her prerogative to. He just tacks on: “Go, boy. Go with Jill.”
The command from Clive has Torgal's ears and tail lowering a hair, but he slowly begins to walk with Jill. Desperately, she hopes Torgal gets used to this in a few more exchanges. Her heart can't take it.
"Good boy," Jill says to him, forcing herself to keep watching the hound at her side rather than look back to see if Clive's watching them go.
It's so miserable, treating one another like strangers, that her gut churns.
"Good boy," Jill says to him, forcing herself to keep watching the hound at her side rather than look back to see if Clive's watching them go.
It's so miserable, treating one another like strangers, that her gut churns.
Clive does indeed watch her go, a pit in his stomach, his hands wound into fists in his pockets. Profoundly pathetic.
Jill makes it home without incident and though Clive had also warned her about the pacing, having to endure it for the rest of the day and into the night nearly drives her mad. Torgal claws at the door to go out, and then simply sits at the bottom of the apartment complex before Jill manages to get him to go inside. He goes from room to room, restless, whining. As much as she loves Torgal, by the time the sun rises the next day, she sorely considers turning him into a coat. She's barely slept.
"Torgal, please," she murmurs, an arm draped over her eyes as she tries to get some sleep.
By noon, she manages a few hours and decides to take herself and Torgal out for a stroll and to buy them both something to eat. Maybe he does just need to burn off all that energy. The poor thing has no idea what's expected of him on leash, but he does at least stay close to Jill as they walk.
Until he catches a whiff of Clive and takes off, leash pulling so hard that it lands Jill on her hands and knees on the concrete with a cry of surprise.
"Torgal, please," she murmurs, an arm draped over her eyes as she tries to get some sleep.
By noon, she manages a few hours and decides to take herself and Torgal out for a stroll and to buy them both something to eat. Maybe he does just need to burn off all that energy. The poor thing has no idea what's expected of him on leash, but he does at least stay close to Jill as they walk.
Until he catches a whiff of Clive and takes off, leash pulling so hard that it lands Jill on her hands and knees on the concrete with a cry of surprise.
It is, admittedly, a very peaceful night without Torgal, if a lonely one. That Torgal is slowly driving Jill insane doesn’t even occur to him; after all, he’s always loved Jill best, ever since she carted him around in her arms as a pup. Surely, he wouldn’t do the same to her.
He sleeps until early afternoon and pulls on proper trousers and a pullover to nip out for something to eat. He finds it four or five blocks over, and is eating a corn dog as he walks when he hears a familiar cry and a bark.
“Torgal?”
Uh oh.
He sleeps until early afternoon and pulls on proper trousers and a pullover to nip out for something to eat. He finds it four or five blocks over, and is eating a corn dog as he walks when he hears a familiar cry and a bark.
“Torgal?”
Uh oh.
The wolf happily bounds up to one master, then turns around in palpable confusion when the other isn't close behind him. Torgal springs back to Jill with another bark. He's there when Jill reaches a hand out, gripping his back as she pulls herself to her feet. Her knees ache and her palms sting in their gloves.
"You've no idea how big you are, do you?" Jill breathes out, giving him a pat as he wines apologetically. She's not mad. Clive really wasn't kidding and...
There he is. Jill freezes.
Oh.
No wonder Torgal took off.
"You've no idea how big you are, do you?" Jill breathes out, giving him a pat as he wines apologetically. She's not mad. Clive really wasn't kidding and...
There he is. Jill freezes.
Oh.
No wonder Torgal took off.
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