He probably won’t think I’m weird right? Choco thought to himself I mean, to him, I’m just a stay pup. It’d be different if I was human. Hope I get his attention…man that ice cream looks good. Wish I had one too…
He noticed the boy glanced at him for a few times and then back to his ice cream. He was starting to get a few good signs. But it wasn’t the time to talk just yet. So he started off with a simple
Man, it’s been so long since I barked…
(Wow that description of that ice cream is sublime)
[[ I’m so glad you liked it! I am sorry it took so long to respond though, I am trash when it comes to responding on a very timely basis. D; ]]
Shoulder’s stiffening very siddenly at the high pitch barked that emminated from the litle bundle of fur at his feet, Kyle blinks pulling the plastic oval from his lips, head tilting down to take in the sight of the yorkie as a whole. Fur, teeth, claws, beady little eyes, yes that was a dog alright, with a shrill bark, and perhaps demanding personality.
Lips gently curving at the corners of his mouth, his knees bend, torso dropping down, and boots shuffling apart so that he could squat down before the young looking beast. One elbow resting against his knee, the hand cupping the plastic bowl of ice cream lowers just so, showing that not very much of the green sweet remained within the confides of the clear container. Placing that down on the snow covered pavement, he altogether shuffles back on his heels, red brow curving upwards curiously, “you want some ice cream, girl?”