Hehe. WC: 241
Denver was not going to play chase. This kid didn't belong to him, why should he have to follow him, be responsible for him? No, he didn't want to. This child had nothing to offer him. Not only that, but he apparently couldn't even speak! Annoyed, Denver regretfully, unwillingly followed the boy, icy blue eyes following him carefully. The weirdo kid had taken off into the grass, and was now flailing around and jumping in a weird, stiff-legged way.
The dog just stood there, hands on his hips and staring out through furrowed brows at the odd monochrome child. The kid didn't slow down; excitedly, he doubled back, barking doggishly, trying to make Denver follow him. "No way, I ain't goin' out there!" He shouted, shaking his head and staring in opposition at the tall, pollen-filled grass. No, he would keep that out of his nostrils and off of his clothes, thank you very much. It was quite nice to look at, but that was all.
As the dark, mottled grey child took off again, bucking and barking and kicking his legs up, Denver turned and looked around again in hope. "Hey!" he shouted out helplessly to no one, "Someone come get this damn kid!"
"Kid!" he yelled, taking a single step forward, to the very border of the grass, but not crossing into it. "Get back here! Your mom'll be mad!" Maybe threatening him would work, Denver thought.
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