[anOTP] For Echo: Puppy-Kitty Pile

[death_dawg]

Jacquel has, while snuffing around the library in dog-form, found a nice red doggy bed that's just perfect for a snooze by the fire. It's good-sized, and as he's a fairly small dog, he's only too happy to share it with someone, preferably a grey crat whom he met in the library.

He's stretched out on one half of it, licking his paws and washing his ears with them.

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[the-crat.livejournal.com]

Echo is yawning a bit while going through a new book. The pages are large and difficult to turn by paw and so he is wondering if he should simply come back to it. Perhaps with someone that happens to have thumbs.

He is not a large crat (at least, he doesn't think he's a large crat), and hops off the table in search of a comfortable place to curl up.

"Oh! Hello. Where did you find a bed?" Echo is quite curious about Jaquel, the dog that smells of magic and that also speaks.

[death-dawg.livejournal.com]

"It was here in the corner and I pulled it out. It's a very comfortable one," he says, looking up. "Would you care to have a rest?" he asks.

[the-crat.livejournal.com]

Echo thinks for a brief second before hopping up onto the comfortable bed beside Jaquel. "Thank you. This is very nice."

[death-dawg.livejournal.com]

"I thought you would like it," he says, with a friendly, doggy smile. "So how have you been, my friend?"

[the-crat.livejournal.com]

Echo blinks in a slow, crat smile sort of way. "I have been well. There are many interesting sorts here and plenty of places to explore. What about yourself?"