red → kinc +mark
Linc yipped excitedly from where he sat on his knees, paws pressed into the leg of the woman that was scratching behind his ears, his head pressing back into her hand and his tongue hanging out excitedly as he lavished in the feeling. It might not have been Kazz doing it, but any sort of affection he got when he was in pup space was like heaven.
That was when he heard it.
The all too familiar noise of the clack of hard boots (steel toed ones that had met his ribs far too many times in the past) against the floor of the bar followed by a hard, once again too familiar clearing of the throat. Whimpering softly, he quickly ducked behind the stool of the woman who had been scratching his head and quickly scampered behind the bar on all fours, hoping the large male hadn't spotted him.
He'd know those boots and that throat clear anywhere. They haunted his dreams and made him wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Without standing up, he moved over to where Kazz was, smiling at someone as per usual as he handed them their drink, towel hanging over one shoulder. Ignoring the pats on thet op of the head he got from the other bartenders, he moved quickly up to Kazz's leg and pressed his face into the man's jean-clad thigh. He whimpered softly and pawed at his leg, swallowing hard and looking up at him with pleading eyes when he heard Mark's rough voice ask his Sir for a beer and if he knew of any pups around the area named Linc and where to find him.











