Off the Leash || TK and Hana
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Leashes were supposed to be strong, able to support a dog and allow the owner to walk his beloved friend without any worry of the dog breaking free, running away, and leaving the poor owner all alone. Luckily for TK, the leash had been a good brand, chosen by his vet for when Patamon didn’t have his service vest on to ensure that the bubbly dog was kept close.
However, it had been the collar that had malfunctioned for the poor college boy. The energetic dog had caught wind of something and continued to tug on the leash, despite the light reprimanding, and broke the collar as he bolted away. TK stood there, frozen for a second as he held the limp leash.
Finally it registered with him and he broke into a sprint, pure panic on his face. He repeatedly called out his dog’s name. “Patamon!” he yelled. Yet, the dog didn’t heel; it wasn’t like he would. The blond knew that the dog had boundless amounts of energy that needed to be calmed, but on a busy day like today, TK couldn’t do it with the heavy flow of student traffic.
He needed to stop his dog somehow. What if something happened? What if Patamon jumped at someone and the stranger accused Patamon of attacking them? What if someone else went after his dog?
“Somebody please stop that dog!” he yelled out.
