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Angie stared through the doorway. Still a little unbelieving that her request for a hellhound had gone through. Much less that she had gotten the one that she wanted.
Not that she was bonded to any particular hellhound. No.
It was just… a certain handler of such hounds.
She stared at the petite woman. She was the prettiest girl Angie had ever seen. And Angie had seen many, many women throughout her lifetime.
The avian zoned on on the handler’s hand moving throughout the hound’s shaggy fur. Feeling vaguely jealous.
…
This was pathetic. Angie was being pathetic. If John were here he’d laugh at her in that stupidly kind way of his. Where it was more fond than amused. He’d make a polite little comment about how she usually wasn’t like this and then he’d drag her out to introduce herself to the handler.
But he wasn't her. Because she didn't want to share this moment with him. Didn't want to share this girl with him.
With a deep breath Angie walked forward. Slowly approaching the duo.
Then, soft as a hearth fire, the hellhound handler looked up at her.
“I was wondering when you’d come in.”
The handler patted the ground next to her. Scooting over slightly.
Angie felt like breathing suddenly wasn't so mandatory.
“My name’s Daisy. What’s yours?”
“Angie.”
She croaked out. A flustered pink rising to her cheeks when she heard Daisy chuckle. God. Angie would humiliate herself to hear that laugh again.
She plopped ungracefully down next to Daisy. Staring into those squarish, black eyes.
“Soo… why’ja put in a hellhound request?”
To see you. Angie barely kept herself from saying. She could not be this down bad for a girl she barely knows. It would destroy her reputation. John would tease her about it until they (permanently) died.
But it almost felt worth it when she stared into those eyes once again. They were addicting. With their almost licorice hue. A hint of honey yellow surrounding the pupil. Brought out by the bright yellow sweater Daisy was wearing-
“Angie? You gonna answer my question?”
Shit. She completely zoned out staring at this girl. Fuck uh. Whats a good excuse…
“It seemed like a good idea. The getting a hellhound. Very useful. Lots of shenanigans to be done.”
Daisy seemed to brighten at the mention of shenanigans. Oh god. Did she enjoy causing chaos too? Angie could pass out with how perfect this girl seems for her. And she’s only stalked her for a couple weeks!
“You wanna tell me about some of those shenanigan ideas?”
Angie would love to do nothing more.