Eyes of a Hawk

[Riza's PCD has a funny tendency to turn on by itself recently.  But this time, she's not drowning her woes in empty bottles or pretending to be fine when she's obviously not.  No, this time the scene is playing out in the park and she throws a stick, both of her dogs racing to retrieve it.  She waits for them, smiling as she watches the animals bump into each other and playfully fight over the stick.

Black Hayate comes out victorious, however, and proudly trots back, dropping the stick at Riza's feet.  She bends down and gives him a quick scratch on the head.]

Good boy, Hayate!

[Of course that makes Dakota jealous.  A little ways off, he barks, as if trying to get some of that attention, even at his distance.]

Dakoooota~

[Hearing Riza sing-song his name, the white fuzzball howls back at her, the noise pretty similar to how she had spoken.  Riza smiles more and picks up the stick, and tosses it again.]

Go get it!

[Immediately, Dakota snatches up the stick in his mouth, but Hayate is on his heels and jumps on top of him, making an all-too-literal dog pile.  Letting the stick fall from his mouth, Dakota decides wrestling with his buddy is much more interesting and proceeds to fight both gravity and the black dog, trying to come out on top.

While all this is going on, Riza watches attentively.

And starts to laugh.]

[The feed is silent for a moment, but then a quiet sound is heard, a sort of moaning, but nothing that is unpleasant.  Instead, it almost sounds like a woman is chuckling sleepily.]

...H-Hey.  Stop that.

[She goes back to the chuckling and something sounds like it's moving against sheets, more than likely the woman.]

Tickles~

[It goes quiet again, but then the sheets move loudly and a dog barks once.]

...Black...Hayate?

[Another affirming bark.]

Hayate!

[And then the feed times out.]

[Riza is on her bed, reading a book on philosophy while Sirius is standing next to the bed, wagging his tail when Riza pets him.  After a few seconds, Riza turns the page and doesn't look away from the book.]

Sit.

[Sirius obeys and waits for more petting as reward.  Riza looks over at him and smiles a little bit, scratching behind his ears.]

You're a good dog, Flapjack.  I wonder if someone owns you here?

[Sirius' tail slowly stops wagging.  Riza folds down the corner of the page she's on and sits on the edge of the bed.]

Either way, you're a very good boy and I'm glad to have met you.

[She continues to pet him until the feed times out.]

[ooc:  Yes, Riza named Sirius after a WWII plane.  Considering everyone else in the office has that theme going, it would make sense to continue Arakawa's good work.  And I just stink at coming up with names.]