[Although it's not above Wonderland to be a dick and give him a dog as aggressive and messed up as himself, this time the closets had gotten it right.
Adam is just a little proud that he'd gotten a nice one. He watches the dog sniff Daryl out thoroughly, blowing warm air out his nose before giving Daryl's wrist a nudge.]
You like dogs?
[The old Adam had liked most kinds, even eyed his friend's German Shepherd with jealousy once or twice, and there's maybe a glimmer of that person still in him. Pets are supposed to be good for the soul or whatever, and it's true that the last few days have been pretty all right by his standards, despite the dog-related messes he's had to clean up. Since he and Daryl had spoken last, there have been plenty of lows and semi-lows (highs aren't really a thing in Adam's world), but accidental gift to himself or not, the dog is something new. Something not Hell-related.
... Something kind of fun.
He nods his chin at the male bonding happening in front of his eyes, amusement a faint undercurrent to his words.]
I hear they're pretty low maintenance with the exercise. [Meaning "lazy." To prove his point, the dog lets Daryl pet him and responds with a long, low groan, dropping onto his rump to sit there and accept the attention as it comes, tongue hanging out.] We're working on that. He's on the stubborn side.
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Adam is just a little proud that he'd gotten a nice one. He watches the dog sniff Daryl out thoroughly, blowing warm air out his nose before giving Daryl's wrist a nudge.]
You like dogs?
[The old Adam had liked most kinds, even eyed his friend's German Shepherd with jealousy once or twice, and there's maybe a glimmer of that person still in him. Pets are supposed to be good for the soul or whatever, and it's true that the last few days have been pretty all right by his standards, despite the dog-related messes he's had to clean up. Since he and Daryl had spoken last, there have been plenty of lows and semi-lows (highs aren't really a thing in Adam's world), but accidental gift to himself or not, the dog is something new. Something not Hell-related.
... Something kind of fun.
He nods his chin at the male bonding happening in front of his eyes, amusement a faint undercurrent to his words.]
I hear they're pretty low maintenance with the exercise. [Meaning "lazy." To prove his point, the dog lets Daryl pet him and responds with a long, low groan, dropping onto his rump to sit there and accept the attention as it comes, tongue hanging out.] We're working on that. He's on the stubborn side.
[Sort of like Adam himself.]