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Still, her answer gives him more than enough reassurance. “Okay, I’ll be there in one minute. Thanks!” he says, fake cheeriness abound, before hanging up. He’s been lowkey loitering in this area for almost half an hour and it’s burning hot outside, so he’s very excited to get indoors. And pet dogs. Actually, it’s mostly the petting dogs part that excites him.

Fixing his collar, he strides around the block until he comes face-to-face with the pet shop. Squinting through the window, he can see a girl tending to the display—probably the girl he spoke to on the phone. She looks like the type. Puffing out his chest and trying to come off as a respectful future dog-adopter, he pushes open the door.

Now, the usual respectful future dog-adopter would greet the employee and explain that he’s here to look at the dogs. For adoption purposes. But there’s a dog peeking over the edge over the edge of its pen, tail wagging, and how can Mika not go pet it? She said visiting hours were all day. He’ll greet her after! The dogs are more important. Besides, he’s pretty sure he’s going to be kicked out when they find out he’s not actually intending to adopt a dog. He needs to make good use of his time.

Making way for the puppy and completely ignoring the girl, he coos, holding out his hand. “Hi there, good boy…”

there’s just so much you can guess based solely on the noises coming from a phone, but when she hears his voice, oh, so cheerful, hanui guesses he’s as ecstatic as she should have been. “we’ll be waiting!” and she replies just as excitedly. adoptions didn’t happen every day, after all, and it’d feel good to see one of the animals get a good place to call home.

she goes on to attend all the other needs. there are new toys that only recently arrived and she quickly moves to pick the box filled with them from the back. there isn’t much else to do, so she calmly places each one of them without hurry. it takes some time, but a man finally arrives.

Mika huffs and hangs up his phone for the second time. What kind of animal adoption agency didn’t have their phone staffed twenty-four seven? What if he wanted to adopt an animal? — Not that he did, because god knows he shouldn’t be trusted with another life, but what if he did? 

He could just show up there. But he doesn’t want to be that dumbass that comes outside of visiting hours. That would just be rude! He’d rather call them five times until someone picks up than embarrass himself like that.

Tapping the number again, he waits for it to ring. Once. Twice. … No more. Did someone finally pick up?

Mika clears his throat and tries not to sound too excited. “Hello. When are visiting hours for adoption? Can I come over to pet some dogs now?” He pauses. “… For adoption purposes. Obviously.”

she doesn’t have a pet herself — or, well, she definitely does except they’re humans and also her siblings. still, the experience of petting a dog is far different from that of brushing a child’s hair. first that if they complain it turns into a fun playful moment, meanwhile if her sister doesn’t like her hairstyle it can end up in a big tantrum that no one has the patience for. except for hanui, possibly.

thankfully, dogs are almost always at her disposal. the children are at school and she is at work petting one of the dogs whose owner left there to be taken care of. “aren’t you a good boy? aren’t you?” her voice is that high pitched tone you only use with babies or puppies but it doesn’t serve to mask the ringing of a phone. it’s the second time now. she sighs, wondering why no one picked it up yet, before leaving the pen. she needs to stop and make sure it is properly closed before heading towards the reception area.

it stops ringing just in time for her to reach out to it. hanui stands still while listening to the low notes coming into her ears and announcing there was no one on the other side. all she can really do is sigh again, resting her elbows on top of the counter. if it’s important they’ll call a-. it rings and the girl stares at it in surprise. maybe it was, actually, the most important task she’d have that month. “hello! pet shop and grooming.” what came from the other side, however, wasn’t really as exciting as she was expecting — rather, much of a letdown, really.

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