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Preston's having breakfast and contemplating his plans.

Breakfast today consists of Miso soup with green tea (the man loves his tea) and bacon. No, not for him (Fatty foods have been outlawed in his world)

And Ludwig the puppy? that may or may not be him scrambling around with his bacon-chewy things on the floor near your feet.

Someone should probably tell him it's not a good idea to feet the dog under the table.

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Ray finally managed to finish his oatmeal this morning, so he felt it was a good time to go and see about getting something else to drink while reading. It's the puppy that catches his attention first; he smiles and heads towards that table.

"Morning."

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Preston's not hear at the moment, he's too deeply absorbed in his thoughts. So instead Ludwig's here to say hello!

That butt against Ray's legs might just suggest a hello, tell this stupid person to pay attention to me or we might be reading far too much into animal body language.

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Oh, well. These things happen. Ray crouches down nearby and reaches out for the puppy; he's used to it, and to getting yipped at and licked. Which is probably why he maintains a nice stable squat even as he digs into his largest pocket and removes the paperback edition of The Art of Raising a Puppy and attempts to deposit it on the table.

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Preston, shaken from his thoughts, looks up at the sudden appearance of a paperback book on the table-disturbing his bowl of soup with it's presence.

"What's that?"

Not a man for plesantries, that's Preston.

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"It's for you," Ray says, looking up from the wriggly puppy. "Dog raising and training manual. The guys who wrote it breed and sell German Shepherd dogs for a living- those are a type of dog favored by the police and for herding and guard work- but they also train puppies and adult dogs and teach people how to handle their animals."

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Preston takes the book in hand, studying it intently.

"...thank you Ray."
Its the first gift he's ever recieved of course, which might be why he's so hesitant. Bit of shock and awe there

Ludwig, sensing a turn in the conversation from himself, pokes Ray's foot with a cold wet nose, the look he's casting upward could only be described as play?

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Considering how many times Ray's seen the movie so far, he really should've remembered that. Oh, well. A little oblivious now and then is nothing new for Ray. "You're welcome," he says. "I figured you could use the information. These guys really know their stuff."

He looks down at the puppy and smiles. finding a length of knotted rope in one of his pockets (it's for his dinosaur, but she hasn't had her teeth into it yet) and dangling it where Ludwig can see. "See the toy, boy? See the toy?" He tosses it lightly. "Go fetch!"

If it works, it works, and if it doesn't, well, one step at a time.

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There's an absorbed Poet going over his poems nearby. And hey look at that. There's a roast beef and swiss sandwich with au jus dressing seeming woefully neglected by the young man, a little off to the side on the table. He currenly had his notebook in front, mouthing the words silently. There was also some hot apple cider in a mug that was quickly cooling as well.

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Senses long dulled tend to be sharper then those made full use of. At least for a while.

Preston's never smelled Apples before.
That in itself distracts him, while Ludwig, hurrying over to investigate, decides to annouce his presence in the hope that this person has bacon. Or perhaps meat. Meat is good.

BARK.

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Todd startled a little, and then glanced down to a puppy looking very hopeful.
He glanced at his sandwich. Well, he didn't have to eat it all, and it was cold now anyway. So he tore off a large strip of roast beef, and offered it to the puppy gingerly.

He then noticed Preston, and gave a small smile, "Hello again, sir."

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Puppy has food. Which results in much tail wagging and love for this strange sad boy.

Preston, shaken from a reverie, smiles to Todd, "Hello again...Todd correct?"
He smiled a soft smile in the boy's direction, "How are you this morning?"

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Not so sad today. He's not always depressed. Just emotional, plus teenager which of course equals YIKES.

He left the puppy sniff his hand and upon acceptance, started to give his head a good scritch. The young man also sneezed a little. Unfortunately, he was mildly allergic to pet dander, but that's never stopped him really.

Todd nodded to the Cleric, "Yes sir. I'm fine. Just going over some of my poems."

He tentatively asked, "Have you tried to read any poetry now? I mean, since you're better now? I can understand if there's a problem."

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The thought really hadn't occurred to Preston to...read. it was enough that there was a dog in his life now but...

He recalled returning home and the pain of seeing his son again.
"No," He smiled in the boy's direction, "I...must confess I've been plagued with matters at home however..."

Mother Goose. I forgot I had it.

Still in his coat pocket of course.
Preston reaches into his pocket and withdraws a small book of mother goose rimes.

"This was the first book I-"Took. Stole. My first piece of contraband. "...I've had an opportunity to look at."

Look at the cover you understand. Not the stuff inside. He's still a little skeptical.

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"Pikachu?" The yellow beastie pauses, tilting its head at the cleric-puppy combo.

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There's a puppy staring at the pikachu.

Curiously if anything.

This also draws Preston's attention. He's still not entirely clear on what the pikachu is...or how it will react to other animals...

Puppy leans a nose forward, suspiciously, his tail wagging slowly back and forth as if to say friendly.

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"pikaaa..." it replies warily, sniffing the air. It inches backwards a little.

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Puppy eyes Pikachu, while preston watches curiously. Ludwig, deciding this creature was far too unfamiliar scampers behind it's owner.

"....pikachu?" Preston's voice is tentative, not entirely sure if the creature has a name, or not, "How are you today?"

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It relaxes, cleaning itself.

"Pikapi," it replies, "Pikapika?" It points at him.

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Preston's gonna take a wild stab here...

"How am I?"
Beat.

"I'm doing alright I guess." Better being here then back in his own world of course.

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"Didn't take you for a pet person..." Max is eyeing the little bundle of fur curiously. "He have a name?"

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"Ludwig." Preston's finishing off his green tea, "...Although I'm not sure as to what his given name is."

Just a little clueless about pets. just a little.

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Cue Max's bzuh? expression. "Wouldn't Ludwig be his given name? If animals name their young, it'd be a matter of pheremones and body language anyway. Not very translatable."

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Preston studies the dog, then looks back to Max, "We're not allowed to keep animals as...pets." He vaguely recalled a section on that in his contraband class, "It's been...ages since a human kept an animal in my world-there's alot of confusion."

Ludwig, deciding that he likes Max (Hey, he likes everybody) thinks that now would be a good time to introduce himself-bounding over.

"I'm not used to animals...Dr Stanz-Ray said that his kind serve a purpose, but I'm still not entirely sure what he's supposed to do."

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"They're companions to a lot of people. And the larger breeds can be used as guards. What he ends up doing depends on how you train him."

She offers the puppy one gloved hand to sniff, murmering a quiet, "No trying to chase me up a tree, buddy."

It's a cat thing.

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Puppy might be picking up on that, sniffing her suspciously, it's tiny brain trying to wrap it's mind around this particular individual considering that his mun (and preston's too) is very aware of her history.

Preston watches the dog, "I killed people to save him."
It's said totally nonchalantly.


"Not innocent people but it must still be bothering him.