Thread: All The Small Moments (Grizzly_Mang & Beelzing)

The boy eased up when he heard his sister's story and rolled his eyes are her general retardation. He heaved a sigh and shook his head, turning back to head towards the back door. I'm glad I can make you laugh, but y'know you're a dork, right? Damian retorted as he disappeared into the kitchen. As he pulled open the sliding glass door Damian thought about how much he worried about his sister, all through his life. She was more than capable of maintaining herself, but she had the tendency to develop bad habits, since her brother could remember anyways. She was right though, he felt like he could stop worrying about her so much. Damian stepped into the night air and whistled sharply for his dog. Out back their yard was fenced in, but because Sheela was such an active and nosy little bitch, the Bayers took extra precaution to prevent escape number 2, because 1 was enough the yard had a cable running across the lawn, stretching from the wall to the opposite fence, and on this cable a leash was hooked up, a leash with enough slack to roam the whole lawn and patio freely plus 2 feet extra for safety. Damian noticed when Sheela didn't come that the leash lead behind the garden in the far right corner of the yard. He heaved a sigh and jogged briskly over, taking care to move around the garden which was composed of fine flowers, herbs, and some fruits and vegetables, scolding his dog loudly with each step. He arrived to a grisly scene in the corner of the garden Sheela lay between the bushes lining the rear fence and a row of tulips, with blood spattered all over her fur and the dirt and a group of small, ripped-up corpses of something rodent looking were strewn about. Sheela was gnawing on a large gray body that looked like a mole and actually wagged her tail upon spying her master, though she did not cease. Such a sight would seriously shake certain dog owners, but Damian was wise to what predatory behavior was about he was actually planning on majoring in biology after highschool, so he met the situation with an admirable aloofness. God Dammit Sheela, he hissed as he crouched low and whacked his dog on the head with his index and middle fingers. The dog whimpered through her mouthful but didn't drop it, so Damian grabbed it and pulled. Sheela wouldn't let go, and her master even pulled her to her feet as the pair wrestled for ownership of the mutilated mole. Damian grabbed the canine's muzzle with his free hand and grudgingly pried it open, winning the dead thing, which he promptly chucked out of his yard. Bad dog! he growled as, in one fluid motion, he crouched and scooped her up and rose to his feet again. Sheela whined and squirmed listlessly, but she knew she was defeated. As he carried his pet bat to the door he unhooked the leash, letting it drop in the middle of the lawn. When they got inside Damian knew he had to clean Sheela, and now himself, up quick, before Palacio Chino arrived. He rushed his furry, bloody package to the laundry room and right into one of the large sinks of their double wash basin. He turned on both taps held her down, struggling to keep his hair away from the mess while running his fingers through the dog's fur to wash out the blood. Shortly she was clean and the boy grabbed a towel from a shelf, since their clean-freak of a mom always had an excess of rags and towels. He dried her off hard and fast and let her shake herself off in the sink before he put her back on the ground. Now he had to worry about himself. His own shirt was bloodied and wet, so he threw it off and threw it in the sink, soaking it with hot water. He then rushed to the kitchen, where he washed his hands thoroughly with dish soap, drying them on a hand towel before grabbing the money off of the top of the refrigerator their folks' had left. He stepped out into the living room, where Sheela was rubbing herself against the couch like a dope, trying to get dry. He intended to get to the downstairs bathroom, where he kept a brush, so he could pull his hair back into a ponytail before the food guy showed up. Just then the doorbell rang and Sheela barked, only once like she always did until she saw the guest. Damian sighed a third time and went for the door, pulling it open to greet the little delivery man from the restaurant, who was a dark, lean man with slant eyes. Damian? he asked, looking at the receipt in his hand. You've got him. Damian replied in a friendly tone. Should come to about... 35,36 bucks, yeah? It's 35.67. Damian exchanged 2 twenties for the bag of food and shut the door, bringing it inside and setting it on the coffee table in the living room, shooing Sheela away from it. Just then Audrey came down the hall, and Damian didn't even want to respond to her, he was so worn out from just dealing with the dog. Food is here, he replied as he opened the big brown bag, pulling out Styrofoam plates and cutlery packets. A movie sounds good, but the choice is yours, I just wanna munch. I'm gonna go get some tea to drink before I sink into the couch, do you want anything?