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Sorry about the wait - it's been almost 3/4 of a year since I visited my home town and everyone wants a piece of me! xD
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Unknown to him, the fact that the scene he partook in was ever so similar to one lived by his aunt years ago was slightly ironic, because for all the similarities in setting and scenery, he was not at all similar to the ivory woman with social issues. In fact, his chubby self liked others, spoke to them freely and happily, and though his parents were no longer around he knew that they loved him. It did not occur to him to put two and two together and simply realize that his father was mentally ill, and his mother was on edge with most members of the society in which he lived. But years ago on a beach similar to the one his paws now carried him over, his aunt had met a puppy, and had failed at socially bonding with said pup. The beach was not the same, and the children were not the same, but when the boy laid eyes on the ever-turning, churning, rolling of the waves - something could be seen glinting in his eye. It seemed he had inherited something beside brown markings from his father's gene pool, as the ocean struck him instantly as something extremely appealing - inviting even - and as a playmate that would likely never cease to entertain him. Of course, he was naive, and slightly dim even, to be having all of these overly lifted thoughts and ideas, but such a personality had vested itself in the small body of cream and caramel and chocolate brown.
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Leaping around himself a few times - because he liked to do that when he was pleased, and didn't realize he was getting too old for this - he halted to look out to the ocean again. And now, in the midst of the salty levels which ceaselessly attacked the sandy shore, a white dot was easily visible. Why hadn't he seen it before? And it wasn't just a dot either, it was someone. His tail started wagging behind him as he approached her (for as he moved closer he did realize it was a female), and quickly concluded that she was roughly his own age, white-pelted, and a pack member - his nose was keen. Perhaps he should know who she was, but whenever someone tried to teach him anything, it was as if his mind acted on its own accord, and suddenly he had so many things to do and explore and think about that there was no room for such so-called "important stuff". At least Alexey was nice about it, though. She wasn't so angry as he had thought before, really.
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The boy stopped at a comfortable distance and abruptly called out to the girl in his usual way. His tone was normal enough, cheerful even, and his tail was in a height that suggested that he was comfortable and happy - it would have swept the sand away in a fan pattern had he been sitting down. The boy's appearance quickly gave away his inheritance, even if he knew next to nothing about either of them. Luckily, his demeanor couldn't be further from them both. Hi!!
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Table by Sace/Hemming. Thanks!  [/html]
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