When Worlds Collide

“Well.. Wouldn’t really be nice to let you guys try to get through a storm like that in a makeshift shelter when we got space and food.. or to leave Angel out here without one... or much knowledge of the city...:” he quickly stopped before he could say any more that could put him into a bad light.. he had to learn that lesson in Cornwall enough.

“Besides.. I’m still expecting a proper hygiene check and treatment first!” He added with a little smirk knowing the gang wasn’t to keen on grooming... Dolly barely was and getting Diesel clean was like the story of the donkey that let his human charge at windmills.

“Dawkins! What’s the status of our kibble supply?”

“The last delivery was a few days ago.. the estimated time until a refill is required should be around a week, give or take a day. Why?” he replied. Something gave him the feeling that he knew what his brother was about to suggest.

“Well.. if it’ll be that bad of a storm... I suppose you all could stay at our house! Mom and Dad aren’t supposed to come home tonight and with a storm they’ll likely be even more busy.”

He wasn’t sure why he offered it... maybe he wanted to make a good first impression to Angel.. maybe it was the memory of his own night spent outside during a normal thunderstorm with the canal crew. 

Dylan looked around at his friends who stared back with disbelief after dropping what they did when they heard it...even Dawkins did. Fergus, Sid and Big Fee clearly seemed on board after passing over the initial shock.

With me wanting to put some more time into this blog again as I recently gained a lot of free time.. I also decided to hit up Netflix again. Currently binge watching Skylander’s Academy again.

What this means is that I’ll be having a decent refresh for Both Normal and Dark Spyro and some inspiration for the two to write.

I’d like to come back to the blog.. but I’m likely going to do some muse cutting.. i have a bunch of them where I feel like either they aren’t getting much action in the first place or that I just don’t have the muse for them anymore.

“Hey, I’m down. It’s been a long time since I had another girl for a friend.”

Well, there had been Ruby, of course, but. While her company was certainly one of the more tolerable of the Junkyard Dogs, she was still more than twice Angel’s age, and the youngster didn’t really think of them as friends. As with any of the old gang, Angel had always felt like she constantly had to watch herself, lest she let slip any hint of her dream of a family; because if she did, she knew that would make it back to Buster for sure, and she’d be out of the gang in a heartbeat. And while the Junkyard Dogs weren’t much of a family, they had been all she had.

Whereas, with Dolly? Who cared, honestly, if Angel let slip anything that betrayed her deepest desires? She was so far beyond Buster’s reach here that the Rottie-mix wasn’t even relevant, and Angel was perfectly happy with it that way. So if she got the chance to just chill out with a fellow girl for a while, without any of that old worry?

She was happy to take it.

Watching Dolly bound away, Angel’s attention shifted again to Dylan. She deliberately hadn’t intervened on their sibling banter one way or another, feeling that to do so would be to overstep her boundaries; but again, it just made her wistful. Even as frustrated as Dylan seemed by his sister…

“Don’t worry about it. I honestly think you’re lucky.”

Her tone was uncommonly soft; but Angel had always had a hard time pulling all her barriers back up after being confronted with the family that she so longed for. If Dylan got a glimpse of that side of her then, well…

“I’d love to have a sibling. Even one who teased me like that.”

There was a difference, after all, between that kind of teasing and the outright mockery that the Junkyard gang would show to any of their member caught in a moment of weakness. She’d seen them tear down other dogs with their cruel laughter before - for that matter, she’d been part of it before, so desperate had she been to fit it - and, while on the surface it might look similar, that felt like a world away from Dolly’s ribbing of Dylan.

“Want to have some of mine?” Dylan  said still in an annoyed tune as he saw Dolly disappear behind a small bush with her friends before noticing what he had just said. He stopped in his tracks as he did.

“Oh, I shouldn’t say that..” He sighed. “There are days I do think of how it’d be to be by myself.. not having to worry about chores or pup-sitting... but it does sound very lonely...” he trailed off. It was true.. certain days he just wanted to sit down in peace and read a book without constantly having to watch out for his siblings.. but it also brought up all the good memories..having fun with the.. playing, watching Boom Night together... 

She wasn’t even going to ask, quite honestly.

For one thing, it wasn’t any of her business. For another, if she had wanted to give Dolly the impression that there was anything going on between her and Dylan, there would have been few better ways to do than than acting suspicious over the mention of another girl.

And while she had no qualms about flirtatiously teasing… well, anyone, really, if it proved amusing enough for her, Angel felt no need to deliberately project any mistaken ideas on that count.

She also took Dolly’s reassurance about her and Dylan not being related in stride, too. Dylan had called Dolly his sister; but as was the case in many pet families, Angel knew not to assume they were related by blood so much as by adoption. Humans did that, adopted pets from all different families and backgrounds…

Too bad that only stuck some of the time…

Again, Angel shook off the thought.

She snorted a little at Dolly’s question. “Funny story, but I accidentally almost hit him with the trash can I knocked over to look for lunch. A take out while getting takeout, if you will.”

She didn’t usually make an effort to use wordplay; but when the opportunity fell into her lap like this? Well, Angel wasn’t going to resist it.

Still, her smirk softened after a moment.

“But he‘s been nice enough to show me around, even so. That’s a nice change of pace for a stray like me.”

“A trash can?” Dolly asked in slight disbelief. “Wait wait wait.” she begun smirking. “Are you saying that DYLAN of all dogs first met you, a stray, eating out of a trash can without running of to shower immediately?” She laughed.

“Well.. I didn’t get hit and she’s new here so it’s just the polite thing to do, you know?” Dylan explained, still a little annoyed by his sister teasing him in front of Angel.

“Bro, just a few weeks ago you trusted strangers about as far as you can skate without falling.” Dolly said. “Which is not really far” She leaned over to Angel to whisper it.

Dylan noticed the whisper, causing him to grumble a little to himself.  He was just trying to be a bit more open minded and friendly. Why’d Dolly have to embarrass him like that? “Well.. Dogs change with time” he replied.

Dolly thought for a moment and before her brother could continue she had hatched a little.. test for him. “You sure you didn’t get hit with garbage? I think you got something on your back!” she said, looking at his back which was clean still. 

“What?!? Where?!?” This caused Dylan to quickly stop in his pace and flip around in a hectic manner to see if she was right. All the bacteria, maybe even fleas! What could have been in that trash can? Dylan stopped when he heard the laughter of his sister.

“Hah! Gotcha! Now that’s the Brother I know!” She chuckled a little longer before she saw Roxy and Snowball waving at her to come over from across the park. “Well..looks like I’m needed.” She said before turning heel. “We should hang out sometime, Angel!” She added as she ran off to her friends.

The in-joke, naturally, passed right over Angel’s head, though she still had to smirk to herself a little at the mention of a ‘wild side’. As far as Angel was concerned, these pampered pets probably had no idea what that was truly like: the lonely cold nights on the street, the every dog for himself mentality that pervaded this kind of wild life. Hey, she’d seen how Dylan winced when she’d fished her lunch out of the trash… however much of a ‘wild’ side he’d discovered, Angel was pretty prepared to bet that it wasn’t much of one.

Still, he was doing her a favour, so she wasn’t going to voice any of that out loud. At least, not unless it became actually relevant.

She gave a little roll of her eyes at Dolly’s continued teasing. Not bothered in the slightest, naturally… amused, again, more than anything. And a little bit lonely; she’d almost kill to have someone close enough to tease like that.

Don’t go there, alright? Don’t go there.

At Dolly’s turning the question on her, Angel’s brows shot up a little.

“Hey, I’m not going to tell you what to do. Besides.”

A teasing look of her own crossed the blonde’s face.

“I hardly think an old bridge would be the choice place for a romantic private spot. Even if that was what we were looking for.”

“Yeah, there are so many better spots for a roma..” Dylan was about to explain before realizing where this was going and stopping himself.

“Let me guess, you found these trying to impress the poodle again?” Dolly intercepted, still keeping her teasing tone up. “Thought you’d given up after the dance party.”

Dylan was about to raise his paw and reply in an “uhm actually” kind of way but decided not to. Dolly was right sort of.. i HAD planed all those spots with Portia in mind when he was still having his crush.. but after considering that she had almost made him eat furballs... esspecially some he was highly allergic to, it may have been the better choice to try and move on from her. Without a clever comeback on paw he just kept walking.

Dolly, after stopping for a moment to get on par with Angel. “Don’t worry, we’re not actually related.” She said with a smirk. “So, how’d you run into Sir Dork-salot over there anyway?”  She chuckled pointing at her brother earning a glare and some grumbling from him.

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