Good Dog: Part Two [Tuvlan]

Theme Song: Blue Cat from Dark Dreams Don't Die OST

       May 4, 2015

       The boy had experienced a bit more of his new home, Public High School #552.

       He'd recovered completely from his time at his other school and had a plethora of strange dreams. The garden he had been assigned to had begun to show progress. He learned that chemicals and those red canisters hanging by doors were filled with horrible things. There were other red heads around here, like himself, that apparently were looking for praise. And that many of the folks around here were a lot tougher and faster than what he was normally used to. It was exciting. 

       The large rock from before had been completely unearthed and broken into smaller chunks, making for a handy improvised borders to the dirt roads that the boy had slowly been creating and stamping. This was a practical choice for wheeling around the flowers and tools as the logistics from his starting point became naturally further and further. Now, the boy kept working, but he would sometimes give off dissatisfied looks. All the flowers were separated by species, which from afar looked lovely (great for someone like himself who only had one eye). Up close though, he couldn't quite put it in words, but if he were able to... he might think that it lacked a certain 'umph.' With no frame of reference except of what he barely remembering seeing in passing, the boy continued to follow the orders of constructing a garden. Perhaps he could be given some inspiration.

       ...However, the boy wasn't totally lacking in all forms of creativity. Much like his fighting, there was little planning, going off mostly felt right. Instinct. And as his onlooking watcher would reapproach her post, she would notice be given some of the best viewing. In fact... it almost seemed to be as though the garden was designed with that particular perspective in mind.

       The still in progress dirt roads separated the different flowers, but like roots they would connect to every nearby road where new flowers could be viewed. One could walk around the entire garden, because of a large dirt road that had been created to do just that, but they could also walk completely across via road... or a path of their own make. There was a seemingly innumerable number of entrances and exits.

       But at the center, with a small border of its own, was a small patch of dirt. Unlike the rest of the pre-grown flowers, the boy had set aside... something here to grow on its own.

       ---The boy heard a small pitter-pattering of what sounded like... a blur. The very thought of it triggered a memory, a hope, and the boy looked over, turning his gaze away from the wall in the hopes of finding it. Excitement.

       His legs just sorta started RUNNING ON THEIR OWN.

    "=D!?"

The Training Resumes
Theme Song: Matlock Theme from Matlock (TV Series)

      The boy chased deep across the very garden that he had been working on after the acorn---but as opposed to travelling straight for it like he normally might, he seemed to follow the dirt roads. It was a matter of speed and something that he appeared to have increased in a little, compared to when he had just transferred into Public High School #552. He seemed healthier. That slight increase, however, was not enough to allow him to actually catch the "blur" as it went flying through the air, but it had landed in the rose patch he had planted on his first day.

      If he was to be observed at all, it would definitely appear that the boy, while playing, was much more defensive over the work in his garden. He finally fell upon it, pouncing deftly through an opening, but landing with an enormous lack of grace nonetheless. Had his eye's sight gotten better or had he gotten faster, he wondered? He looked around, as though to spot where the blur had come from---something he would never have figured out on his own.

     "Come here Tuv-Tuv."

       A familiar call. The boy looked about. Then he saw her: The wall's master.

       THE LARGE PINK RABBIT HAD RETURNED.

       With a little more reckless abandon, the boy bounded rather athletically over the flower patches as he made his way over to her, arms raised as though to embrace her in a tackle---when he saw the raised hand. He seemed to understand this and slowed his charge down to the speeds of a trot accordingly the closer he got to her, until finally he stopped when he was within her arm's reach---and what would probably be an unfortunate degree of B.O. emanating from him. When she lowered her hand and nodded, greeting her with a gigantic smile in acknowledgement.

       ---Except, instead of just giving her back the acorn, the boy reached back to his kilt's pocket. With both hands, the boy placed in hers, rather reverently, two acorns.

       Practically indistinguishable, they would be very much alike---although if Lucia had bothered to memorize the appearance of the acorn she threw, she would indeed be able to identify it as the one and the same. No, the second one was just that---an acorn. But by comparison to its companion, it appeared to be a slightly shrunken, a little dry... as though it had stayed in the boy's bag for a few days too long. But most definitely, it would be one that Lucia would not recognize...

       ...Unless she put two and two together. Otherwise, it would just appear as though the boy had just given her two acorns, perhaps expecting extra praise?

       Either way, the boy would back up to see what the LARGE PINK RABBIT had chosen to tend to today.

       He found himself staring back and forth---frantically---between the Pink Rabbit's hands. One held the acorn he had just given to her. The other was a small, white ball with lots of holes in it. It looked fragile---and therefore mostly useless for all of the boy's intents and purposes. Nonetheless, the boy's eye followed after the two presented items as the Pink Rabbit raised both skyward.

     "I want you to bring back the acorn!"

       ---She would see the boy nod vigorously---almost as vigorous as her own as she emphasized the acorn. He seemed to recognize that another, actual playtime was at hand.

     "Do not bring this one back!"

       Likewise, Lucia would see the boy shake his head in affirmative---but affirmative to what?

       The boy did not notice the hose holstered at her side.

       ---Suddenly, MOVEMENT and the boy pivoted abruptly and reflexively began to run after the... strange and unfamiliar whistling sound?