The Park, Friday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

When the weather was particularly warm, Clint was grateful that Lucky didn't like running around a lot. At the moment, Lucky was perfectly content to slowly wander and sniff every square inch of the bench where Clint had plopped himself down to rest from the walk over

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[bigdamndean]

Grace was taking Rook for a walk--or really, Rook was walking her as she investigated everything in the park--when she saw Clint get doused with water from nowhere. This place was so weird sometimes. "Are you okay?" she asked.

[so_hawkward]

Clint had been hoping that he could sit here wet and alone, but apparently that was too much to ask. "Yeah, I'm all right. Just embarrassed," he said, perking up a little when he saw her dog, all wet discomfort forgotten. "Who's that?"

[bigdamndean]

"This is Rook," Grace said, clinging to the leash as the puppy made a beeline for Clint's legs. "She gets excited by new people, and everything else."

[so_hawkward]

"Aww, I bet she does," Clint said, reaching down to pet Rook and scratch her behind the ears, which earned him some happy barking and tail wagging. "She's very cute."