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The Park, Saturday Afternoon

Well, Evan had himself a puppy, and puppies needed to go for walks. That much really was a given, so far as these things went, and had been since Evan had gotten Ozzy in the first place.

He had also, somewhere over the course of the night, somehow managed to inherit a talking swan. A really, really big one. But he was not going to let this get in the way of walkies, darn it. It just meant... well, really, it mostly just meant that he'd be lingering around the park a little longer than usual while the swan calmly paddled in little circles in the pond, close to the shore and as close to Evan as possible.

The flamingos were actually keeping their distance, today. Probably for the best, because that swan looked as though it could take them all.

"This was really not how I was expecting to spend my day," Evan sighed, attempting to get Ozzy to pay attention to the ball instead of the wealth of fascinating waterbirds. The puppy was having none of it, making yet another break for the ducks.

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It took Yeul a goodly bit of time to make it to the park. Not because she was slow, though she was (both due to her limp and because, in all honesty, Yeul seldom hurried anywhere), but because she was moving at her giant tortoise's rate.

Even if it had bothered her, which it didn't, she would not have complained. Instead she was smiling faintly as they made their way through the park.

She didn't see much of a need to speak and neither did Adrastos. It was enough to just enjoy the day.

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By the time she arrived, the scene would be set out as follows; There would be a swan, large and majestic, with a small army of ducks on the other side of it in the water. Evan was there, standing in the pond with water to his knees, though that was hardly indicative of just how deep the water where he was standing actually was. Clutched to his chest was a very wet puppy, wriggling in the direction of the swan and the ducks and barking his excitement for the world to hear. And the flamingos were standing not far off, watching in amusement at the whole ordeal.

"It's your own fault for taking him off the leash, you know," the swan was saying, sounding at once both ancient and young, and like on some level deep down, she really didn't have time for these antics, though she'd suffer through them for Evan's sake, and hopefully he'd smarten up all on his own eventually.

"I didn't think he'd made a beeline straight for them! They're the same size as he-- Yeul!"

Lucky Yeul, being waved at by the soggy kid standing in the middle of the duck pond!

"Hello Evan," Yeul said, stopping a few feet away from the water. "You look very enthusiastic today."

That was a very polite way of putting it but she meant it honestly!

The tortoise gave the entire scene a look and then rumbled an unconcerned, "Try not to get too wet."

"I will try not to," Yeul said, equally unconcerned about the prospect either way. If she did, then she did. If she didn't, then she didn't.

"I guess 'enthusiastic' is one way of putting it," Evan replied, blushing a little even as he started to slog his way back toward the shore.

The swan regarded Yeul and Adrastos both coolly, and then started swimming alongside Evan, a graceful, stark contrast to his gawky teenage movements and the squirming dog in his arms.

"Ozzy got kind of carried away, and I kind of had to chase him in so that the ducks wouldn't eat him or something."

Neither Adrastos nor Yeul were bothered by the look the swan gave them.

Instead, Yeul smiled at Evan. "It is good that he did not get eaten," she said agreeably. "The ducks, I am sure, are just as glad he did not make it to them."

"It was a near thing, though," Evan admitted, making his way onto the shore, the swan staying back for a moment, and then grudgingly following along behind once the distance between them became too great. And now it was her turn to look somewhat out of her element as she waddled along behind him. "He can be pretty quick when he wants to be, for a guy with such tiny legs."

It probably had something to do with all of that energy.

"The young always have the most energy," Yeul noted, taking in the soaked puppy and the fact that poor Evan did not look much dryer. "Perhaps it is that."

She nodded politely to the swan. "Hello to you, as well."

The swan simply bowed her head in reply, not unpleasantly, simply as far as was necessary to be polite.

"Nephthys isn't very talkative even to me," Evan explained, giving the bird a glance. She looked back at him, somewhere between expectant and tentative, as though she had a million things to say to him, and not a single one of those things could possibly be a good idea. "But she means hello."

He clipped Ozzy's leash back onto him, and then set the puppy on the ground. Instantly, he bounded over to investigate Yeul and her tortiose, though Evan held the leash back before he could jump up at her with muddy puppy paws.

"Adrastos is not that talkative either," Yeul said, leaning down to offer Ozzy her hands to inspect.

The tortoise ignored their conversation, busy nosing at the plants to eat.

"I bet," Yeul added, to Ozzy, "if you could talk, you would have a great deal to say."

"If Ozzy could talk, I'm pretty sure we'd never hear the end of whatever it was he had to say about the ducks," Evan laughed, crouching down to ruffle the puppy's soggy fur behind his ears. "Or the squirrels, or his ball, or anything. He's not a really barky puppy, not compared to some, but he's definitely excitable."

Kind of like Evan, but with far less restraint.

"He seems sweet," Yeul said, her smile soft. "Though I would imagine if he talked that might get difficult when you were tired."

Unless you tired out the puppy first?

"It's hard enough even though he doesn't talk, really." Evan rummaged through his pockets for a moment, and then pulled out one of Ozzy's toys, giving the squeaky pork-chop a squeeze before offering it to him. Ozzy bounced around it in a circle, all sausage-shaped and waggly, and then set to chewing on the thing with a squeaky gusto. "He's probably got enough energy in him for the entire student body."

Yeul straightened, still smiling. "That sounds rather terrifying."

Yet she didn't sound particularly concerned, for all that.

"Oh, he's a terror," Evan laughed as he pulled himself back up to his feet. "He'll cuddly-wriggle at everyone until they can't take any more, just you watch."

Ozzy was going to demonstrate this by trotting over to Yeul, and then depositing his squeaky pork chop at her feet, staring up at her expectantly.

Yeul stared down at the toy and at the puppy, who seemed to be wanting something from her.

She looked back up at Evan. "What does he want?"

What was she supposed to do with a pork chop toy?

"He probably wants you to throw it, so that he can run and fetch it," Evan replied, laughing a little. "Either that, or he's just going to wait until you bend over to pick up his squeak-chop, and then lick you all over your face."

Because Ozzy was a bit of a ninja like that.

Nephthys made a bit of a derisive sound and ruffled her feathers. She'd already had to contend with the affections of a hyperactive trouble-puppy, apparently.

Yeul knelt down carefully to pick up the toy. "Sorry," she told Ozzy quite seriously, "I have never done this before."

Which would be why she didn't immediately throw the toy but had to wriggle it gingerly to see if that meant anything to the puppy.

Oh, Yeul! You were so going to get barked at if you were wriggling things! Ozzy's floppy tail was flopping about more than usual, and he was bouncing back and forth as best as his stubby little corgi-like legs could manage!

"He likes you," Evan decided, smiling warmly.

That made Yeul laugh. "He just wants the toy," she said and obligingly tossed the toy for Ozzy to go get.

She was kind enough to not toss it at the water. That would have been mean.

Oh, that would have been cruel and unusual! But as it stood, Ozzy was happy to scramble after the toy in whatever direction it was flying, bobbling along the ground in slightly sausage-shaped glee.

Evan let the leash unwind as far as it would go, and then stretched his arm out to accommodate the rest of the distance. He'd learned his lesson about letting Ozzy off the leash for fetch already, today.

"Good throw," he offered, his arm stretched a good several feet longer than any self-respecting arm had any right to be.

Arms were self-respecting?

More importantly was the fact that the arm stretching was... well, she had not expected it.

"It's a fairly light toy," she pointed out, after a moment's contemplation of this new discovery about him, as she smiled up at him before standing. "It flies well."

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Arms were totally self-respecting. Anyone who said otherwise...

... was probably sane.

"It squeaks, too, if you squeeze it," Evan said, because that seemed like the sort of thing that needed to be announced even while Ozzy gnawed on it and made the poor squeaky-chop do just that with a gusto. "Which is probably why Ozzy likes it so much."

"Especially at three in the morning," the swan added idly, before running her bill through a few of her flight feathers.

"That must wake you up early," Yeul said lightly. "I hope he doesn't get into too much trouble."

Ozzy was, after all, just a puppy! Puppies didn't know better!

"I'm pretty certain he takes getting into trouble as a personal challenge," Evan laughed, shrugging as Ozzy started flopping his way back toward them, squeaking as he went. "He comes up with new ways to... pretty much constantly."

"Is that a good thing?" she asked, a little dubiously.

"Tiresome," opined Adrastos.

Though Ozzy was dreadfully cute while squeaking back towards them...

"He's just a baby, yet," Evan pointed out, his arm returning to its usual shape once Ozzy was close enough. "He'll mellow out when he's a little older, I'm sure, but I've only had him for a few weeks so far."

The swan muttered something unintelligible, shaking her head before just tucking it away under one wing. She was definitely of the opinion that the dog was at least slightly tiresome.

"That makes sense," Yeul said agreeably, though her eyes flickered with amusement at the swan's opinion. "May I ask why you decided to get a pet?"

It seemed like a rather large decision to her, though she supposed that it was less of one for some others than it might be for her.

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