Outdoor adventures II Lyla & Neil
It was such a beautiful morning, the birds were chripping, the sun was shining, and Lyla was the happiest when she was outside. She was elbow deep in soil, they had just gotten a fresh batch of daffodile seeds and she was so excited to get them planted so that they could bloom in time for the flower fesitival.
It was in that moment that she finished planting all the seeds when a stray puppy appeared and was ready to get his paws into her garden. “No wait!” she yelled as she quickly jumped up trying to protect her flowers, but the dog wasn’t going to listen. She quickly looked around in hopes to find someone that was good with animals.
Suddenly she spotted Neil walking near the garden area and she thought for a moment that she was saved. “Neil! I need your help!” she called out and began to wave him down.
The blonde yawned loudly, walking across campus to his first period. Although he usually skipped (it was too damn early for class), the sun rays streaming through his window wouldn't allow him another wink, so, begrudgingly, he decided to go to all of his classes that day, if not for interruptions.
When he heard a high-pitched voice calling his name, Neil looked over his shoulder, taking in the scene with quick, scarlet eyes. The pinkette seemed very distressed over a dog that was seemingly out to dig holes in the flower garden, so with a sigh, he plodded over, staring down at the female. "Lyla, it's just a dog -- he's too excited to hurt you, anyway." Digging in his bag, he produced a dog biscuit and approached the pup, crouching down before holding the treat out, watching it with careful eyes. "C'mere. I know you want a treat more than those flowers." As if on cue, the dog ran toward him, and happily ate the biscuit before directing his licks toward Neil.
Letting out a quiet chuckle, Neil patted the dog, who stationed himself by the blonde's side, before standing toward Lyla, sticking his hands in his pockets as he frowned at her. "If you don't want him messing with your flowers, just tell him to. He'll listen -- probably." He smirked, before gesturing toward the animal. "Why don't you pet him? He sure looks sorry, doesn't he?"
