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@praeludio (nicky) || action meme: part 2 || accepting!
6. hearing their full name
Even after a millennia has passed between them, Joe hasn’t always been INNOCENT of having his own means of stirring up their pot. This one? Happens to come in the form of a sleeping ball of white fur that’s managed to curl up on Nicky’s side of the bed. SBound leg obscured from view by the mountain of hair on top. Shedding, drooling and who knows what else as it slept peacefully after getting a full belly of a roast that he’d been cooking for the better part of the day.Â
Yet, he doesn’t say a word as Nicky makes his entrance after two nights spent helping Andy with Nile. Not about the large black as pitch fluffy mutt in their room. Of course there’s the hellos, the I missed you. Kisses exchanged and he listens to Nicky’s footsteps come to an immediate pause in the bedroom doorway. Then he hears his name. Not Joe. Not something poetic and sweet.
Confusion. Did not expect that? Tone bewildered. That---that was his entire name. Lips fold in together and he dries his hands off with the towel hooked on the stove handle. Pivoting on a heel as the footsteps come right back. Brows wrinkle towards one another as hands swing back to curl his fingertips around the lip of the kitchen counter.Â
“He was hurt when he came here.” This is not the first wounded stray he’s helped. Only the hairiest. And biggest. (Besides the point!) “You can imagine what it took to bind his back leg. They do not call them a Great Pyrenees for no reason. A few weeks. Maybe,” it’ll be longer than that and he knows it, “He’ll be good as new and we’ll find him a home.”