Beach, Saturday Morning

[withoutverona]

So Romeo and Dojima's weekend trip to Fandom hadn't gone exactly as planned. He'd had his first legal drink on the mainland (which was quickly followed by his second, third, and fourth legal drinks), followed that with a lovely dinner, and crashed into a very nice hotel room too late to do more than a quick pass though familiar haunts.

Sometime Monday, Romeo might even view that as a missed opportunity.

But it had been far from his mind when he woke the next morning and carefully pulled on the warmest clothes he could find, trying not to wake the blond girl. He didn't like most girls much, and she might get him in trouble for exploring on his own anyhow. Once he was dressed, he grabbed a muffin from a basket in the room and took it down to the beach. It was chilly, and there weren't palm trees like in Verona, but that was okay. There was still sand and water. He did a few experimental cartwheels to warm up, then settled in with a bucket to build the biggest sandcastle he could manage.

[OOC: Open, of course. It has been far too long since he was wee.]

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[walkswithcoyote]

A small coyote pup watched from a little distance, then, tail wagging, attacked the edge of the sandcastle with glee - not damaging it, Mercy wasn't stupid, just playing.

[withoutverona]

"PUPPY!" Romeo shouted happily. "DO YOU WANT TO LIVE IN MY CASTLE, PUPPY?"

His volume was broken by the cuteness.

[walkswithcoyote]

Coyote!Mercy yipped and danced around in glee, bounding at the boy to try and lick his face.

That meant yes.

[withoutverona]

"Okay!" Romeo giggled, and reached out a hand to rub it down the puppy's face. "I like dogs and I don't have one."

[walkswithcoyote]

She pulled back a bit and gave him a Look. She was not a dog. Still, he was little like her and Bran said that to people who didn't know better she'd smell like a dog and the head rubbing was pretty nice so...

She pushed her head back under his hand demandingly, straining for pets and to lick his hand at the same time.

[withoutverona]

"Do you have a name, doggie?" Romeo asked, oblivious to the Look. she just looked like a dog to him. "I don't knwo what to call you without one."

[walkswithcoyote]

She couldn't help him there, not without shifting back to human form and she was human-savvy enough to know even little kids might be unhappy to have a suddenly naked girl standing where there had been a coyote pup. So she wriggled and yipped and hoped he'd just come up with his own name.

[withoutverona]

"So you're mine to name," Romeo mused proudly. "Well, I name you Sandy, 'cause you like the castle so much."

His poetic faculties still needed some work.

[OOC: Sorry - last night got away from me.]

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy wrinkled her nose a little and huffed, then yipped and wagged her tail. Sandy would do.


[ooc: No worries!]