   âhey, hey, calm down - the foodâs not going anywhere, alright?â the man chides gently to the puppy (his newest find a few days ago) nearly inhaling the dog food he had just poured into a bowl for it. across the yard that was more or less completely dirt, a few other strays are calmly eating at their own portion. basile, being the only dog to truly be owned by gide, is sitting behind him on the stairs and watching in silence. however, something creates a rise in him, causing the dog to stand up and give a low growl from the back of his throat.
gideâs brows raise, turning his head in the direction basile is glaring at - and everything seems to stop. something in gideâs body freezes over, then reheats in the same moment, sending a nauseating feeling to his head so fast he feels dizzy.
the former soldier sets a hand atop basileâs head, gently shushing him until the dog slowly relaxes under his touch. though gide says nothing in greeting to the agent standing just outside the entrance to the empty lot from the side alley, his expression does enough:
why are you here?
@defaces.
